Tufting has never really been a solitary practice. At Life Is Tuft, the making process usually unfolds in shared spaces, side by side, in conversation, in silence, and in exchanged techniques. There is always someone nearby: learning, teaching, observing, or simply being present. As we prepared for Life Is Tuft’s anniversary back in September, we found ourselves wanting to hold that togetherness more intentionally. We wanted to make something that felt joyful to work on as a group, especially with the people who showed up that day, and with those who have been part of Life Is Tuft’s journey along the way. At two by two meters, the rug could not belong to just a few hands. Its size naturally invited wider participation. In that sense, the project reflected Life Is Tuft itself. What began as a small, intimate space has gradually grown, not through a single direction, but through the steady presence of many people choosing to show up, take part, and leave their mark.
This piece traces a journey of growth, connection, and shared creativity shaped by the many hands and hearts that have crossed paths with Life is Tuft. It begins in pieces: small moments, scattered experiences, and quiet attempts. Over time, these fragments found their place beside one another. They are tied together by red threads that speak of invisible forces that carried us to this point. The orange tiles recall Life Is Tuft's beginnings, a phase of curiosity and exploration. The green tile reflects the second year, where a carved bloom emerges from structure, finding form and direction through a process that cuts through uncertainty. And through a fuller bloom, the pink tile represents the present of our third year, marking three years lived, stretched, shared.
In focusing on a single, shared project, the process itself became the point. It gently reminded us how enjoyable it can be to stay with the act of making. To slow down, to pay attention, and to be present with the people beside us. Working side by side brought a quiet awareness of the moment we were in, as time passed through small conversations and shared gestures, and meaning took shape almost without us noticing. This is a piece we will always hold close to our heart.