This work touches on the ways in which, as children, we learn to be attuned to the other. It is a dialogue between “attuned to” and “tending to.” It is a place of waiting. And it’s the echo chamber of that place—of being left to one’s own devices in the absence (or absent presence) of another.

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The process of making this work involved unwinding dozens and dozens of lengths of sisal fiber twine. I straightened, cleaned, and untangled the material in preparation to braid it. The act of braiding became an enactment of a role reversal, in which I (daughter) tended to my mother’s hair.