The figure is the absence of thread
Birds, felines and humans appear only where the weaver opens the mesh — silhouette as subtracted cloth, never ink laid over ground.
One fiber, never bleached
Tan-brown cotton grown on the central coast shades ground and figure alike — the cloth stays monochromatic, close-toned, never ivory or cream.
The weave breathes between motifs
Leno-gauze crossings leave empty net around every figure — compositions stay sparse, never densely packed, the way shadow-play needs dark to read.
Soft edges, hand — not vector
Mesh and silhouettes are handwoven and irregular; nothing here is a crisp fill. The loom leaves its tremor in every crossing of warp and weft.