Celeste Whitewolf

I have created things all my life. I began sewing on my mother’s Singer treadle machine. I learned beading from my Cayuse maternal great-grandmother. When I retired I declared “I want to be a weaver.” I did not know why I had such a drive to become a weaver until I traveled to my paternal grandmother Karuk tribal homeland for a weaving gathering. There I saw pictures of my grandmother’s elders sitting beside their glorious spruce root baskets.