Twilight Time

Twilight Time 

I love trees in different lights, in different seasons.
They always seem alive — breathing, whispering, shifting with every change of color and shadow.

This weaving, Twilight Time, was born from that fascination. It captures the moment when daylight begins to fade, when the world turns quiet and the trees become silhouettes against the last light of the sky. The threads — deep blacks, muted browns, soft blues, and glimmers of green — blend and separate like dusk itself, moving between darkness and the traces of color that still remain.

When I was weaving it, I imagined standing at the edge of a forest at twilight, watching the branches absorb the day’s final light. There is both stillness and motion in that hour — a sense of ending and beginning at once.

For me, Twilight Time is not only about trees or landscape; it is about transitions — between light and shadow, between presence and disappearance, between one breath and the next.