I’m sentimental with objects. I keep things that were important to me, whether happy or sad memories are attached, and I feel guilty throwing them away. I’ve been thinking about how to honour these objects while not having to have them make me feel sad when I’m around them. I’ve been taking apart the objects I can’t part with, and transforming them into materials that I combine with textile processes. The time consuming processes give me time to reflect, and it feels meaningful to take something that causes me pain and create something beautiful from it. I’ve journalling since I was a child, and I have some editions that are painful to read. They are slowly being combined with photos to create weavings exploring my relationship from that era. It has been an anxiety provoking process to use materials that have so many memories and to explore parts of my life that I keep to myself.