I started crocheting with a course garden twine,
one I am sure my mother will tie the tomatoes with.
I do not have the predetermined shape
I picked up this embodied knowledge of looping, knotting
on a metro line in Santiago, Chile, from a stranger
they showed me how to weave a knowing only made by doing
repetitive knotting of matter
I think I once read, we only use a small percent of our brain
for the analytical and intellectual stuff.
But in such an act as weaving, I feel more parts of lit light up
I am thinking through form, repetition, movement.
The outcome, undetermined.