What happened was that my mum and I were on a visit in Kristinestad/ Kristiinankaupunki in Finland. We went to my grandmother's cousin Imbi's house, where she was weaving as usually. And what an adventure. I was allowed to touch the loom. And look my eyes are closed while cherishing the strength of the loom. This day made up my mind: I had to learn how to weave to survive. Strange thought isn't it especially in our modern society when I should have chosen something like engineering to make a career. But I can't get away from it, I don't want to leave my universe of rag rug weaving.
Anna María Lind, MA Textile Art from Winchester School of Art.