An old willow, split in half, grew on the meadow beneath our village. In late autumn I saw the fate of two seperated bodies, that of man and of a woman in the naked willow. I just wanted to embrace them to unify what nature had splited. Out of its twigs I wove a coat for the two of them and wrapped them in it.
First, I trimmed the willow, cutting off all the branches. I used the stronger ones for the framing, made of three hoops and vertical sticks attached to them. Then I started weaving the twigs through the sticks from the bottom up. I used only the twigs that had grown on the willow.
The changing of the seasons gave the enwoven willow new meanings and evoked new metaphors. It was seemed like flowering plant growing out of the pot in the summertime.
