In my late teens I was gifted a vintage garment and a humble handwritten note. The garment hung in the dark, protected from the light for decades - its story as hidden as it was. Recently, I brought it out from the shadows and found myself weirdly shifting between the decades. As I spent time with it I was captivated by its apparent beauty. Yet, the garment’s materiality - its frayed edges, bleeding dyes, and yellowing fabric spoke to me of the fragility of life, women's stories and the challenges associated with identity and role. As I wore the garment i was reminded of the transience of all things and beings and the fragility of life. This artifact had a language of its own where different forces were stitched and woven together, where diverse skills, experiences and knowledge were combined. The garment spoke to me of community. When I stood back and viewed it in its “wholeness,” I saw beauty, diversity, strength, synergy and a variety of other elements required for a thriving community. I also saw a story - words. This series celebrate the "thread" of life..