Mesa Dreams Tee

Jack rabbits lope in predawn haze

desert mallow greet sun’s first rays

ravens croon a chortling song

above the sagebrush, circling on

mesa dreams are crimson red

knitted out of swirling thread

THE MESA DREAMS TEE STARTED as a short poem that I scribbled in a notebook one morning—a half vision of dawn in Utah’s southeastern desert, amidst the traditional territories of the Nuwuvi, Pueblo, and Timpanogos peoples. Later I revisited the poem, this time envisioning the viewer of its scene and what she might be wearing. I sketched out a design involving allover colorwork and small-scale southwestern motifs.

By the time I had yarn in hand to begin knitting, I had moved on to Santa Fe, New Mexico, the traditional territory of Pueblo and Ute peoples. I spent my time there visiting friends, climbing in Diablo Canyon, learning about traditional Navajo weaving, wandering the colorful desert city, and—of course—knitting!

I photographed Mesa Dreams in Arizona in Mount Lemmon’s Upper Sonoran ecotone, an area characterized by sparse oak woodlands and chaparral and traditionally occupied by the Hohokam people. The spring vegetation was surprisingly lush this year thanks to early season rain that encouraged every tree, shrub, and grass to burst forth in an array of vivid greens.

As the Mesa Dreams Tee came to life across Utah, New Mexico, and Arizona, it unintentionally became a textural ode to the southwest, with the desert’s sparse beauty and muted hues knitted into every stitch.