We take our senses for granted and believe they can describe the world as it is. Therein lies a big restriction, I believe. We can experience only a specific wavelength of light or specific frequencies of sound. There is this special moment: I think I see one thing, but it appears to be something else. The confusion that emerges from it makes me humble and insecure. These strange glimpses of another reality are an inspiration to many of my works. Jacquard loom allows me to explore these issues. I have to balance: to find ways to break up the repetition while challenging the pattern. Technically, I use both: chaos and rhythm pattern and fracture. While I work I get a revelation that the whitest cannot be made of only white threads and the blackest must have the white underneath to support the construction. In almost photographic depiction the textile gets erased, but only from a distance. The fabric and image become like a metaphor of living today, where one exists in a kind of picture: crossing of ones and zeros in a digital world web.