In 1977, I was fortunate to leave the hospital fully engaged as an apprentice to a professor of fiber art at the university. This gave me an entirely new self-concept or identity as an artist, very different from the previous eight years training to be a scientist. Weaving had a rhythm, similar to the breathing used during sitting meditation or to the dance in Sufi Dances. But weaving led to a finished physical product.
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