Braiding rugs from used woolens and scraps of fabric is historically a way in which valuable items were salvaged and put to new use. Nothing was wasted. In this collage series, bits of my old photographs, drawings, fabric and collected book scraps form braids, but instead of making finished rugs, the strands alternate between becoming unwoven or entangled and knotted, and seem to have a life of their own. For me, this mirrors the struggle to make sense of life- one puts memories together to make a pattern, only to have events take you on a different journey, the meaning of which is something you simply discover in the process.