As the moon sets and the sun rises, it is neither night nor day. It is the time in between. The stitching and weaving of light and dark in the sky of this work represent the connection between one day as it passes into the next, one year as it passes into the next. Breath and tides flow in and out. Time passes with each new dawn. Like a heartbeat. An exhale. The beat of a gourd. Generations passing.