Lifeline

Recently I've been revisiting Lifeline—an 80-foot braided, woven, and wrapped rope I began in 2016. I started this piece after the deaths of my husband and father, weaving in old clothes, ropes, curtains, and remnants from lives once lived. It became a physical manifestation of grief, a way to hold what was left. As I prepare to exhibit it in May, I see it differently. My first thought when I saw the rope out of storage was, This is a mess— a reflection of the disconnected, disassociated, lost in grief mess that made it? For this show, as I return to the living, I felt the need to care for the rope in a way I hadn't before—to heal the mess, to bring intention to its form. Working on it was meditation. It's brighter now, infused with life again. Yet the history of that mess remains, shaping what it has become. Lifeline feels infinite, as if it may never be complete—just like grief, with no definitive ending. The process will continue. #GriefJourney #LifelineArt #HealingThroughArt #ArtExhibition #ConnieNoyes #MeditativeArt