When I crochet wire, I go into a meditative state, which soothes me.
It feels like heaven. As the wire runs through my hands, I feel the
coldness of the metal heat as I stretch and pull it. It=92s softness
hardens as I manipulate it into place. It will do what I want.
The air seems to float as I shape the bead, ball or sculptural form.
Noise disappears as I get lost in the process. Five hours later I
have a necklace or a new sculptural form. The process fills my soul
and makes my heart sing