This project began with an inherited box of my grandmother’s sewing materials — bobbins, buttons, half-finished mending, scraps saved for reasons no longer known. Working with these objects over eighteen months, I developed a series of sculptural assemblages that attempt to honour the intelligence of the hands that gathered them. Each piece is built through repetitive, durational gestures: stitching, wrapping, folding, tying. The work is slow by necessity. It cannot be rushed, and in that slowness I came to understand something about the way knowledge passes through the body rather than the mind. My grandmother could not have explained how she knew to cut a particular fabric on the bias, or why a certain thread suited a certain weight of cloth. She simply knew, and that knowing lived in her hands.