True observation is impossible. When I look at someone I am looking at him or her in the past. I am witnessing a moment that just occurred.I am watching a mathematical equation of light reflecting and atoms spinning in tiny orbits. We exist as the synthesis of structures and processes working together like a mathematical proof. If one detail fails, the likeness falls apart.

I seek to represent the nature of observation through the process of hand weaving. Through the language of pattern, I create moments of improbability and glitch within the warp and the weft, which aim to communicate the scientific principles of observation, probability, and change. 

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