This is a drawing I did while I was considering Considering Weave.
I like to draw weave. In this case I was thinking about distortion. And also how weave can so easily be expressed by drawing. It forms from line. In any case, I like a lot of things about this drawing. Which is actually very small but it seems huge here. And it seems a kind of eye. Even if you turn it. I will work with this a bit. As is. And then some.
Note to self: The more I look at it, the more I sense I could work with it forever.
Very striking with the combination of warp ikat and discontinuous supplementary weft patterning.
This textile , like a few I have here combines both natural and synthetic dyes. The natural colors have faded greatly in contrast. And changed the look of the cloth over time.
Handwoven. With an interesting personal asymmetric and imperfect approach to patterning. I've always loved that. It holds the story of the maker.
Now older and well loved.
Which makes it even nicer.
I have neglected ThreadCrumbs, the place I made to document my cloth collection. Because cloth inspires cloth. In this year of renewed UnDoing, I will be further lessening the piles here and sorting and consolidating, with not so future plans for relocating. And so also documenting will continue before I forget the stories of the bits of cloth that are still here. I need to clean up this process, fix links, fix photos, change the format a little, make it useful as a resource.
This cloth, along with a lot of others, is huge. I need to clear some wall space for photos. Soon. As the weather warms.
How a storyteller might weave time and place together. Master the art of just going and saving the thread that runs through it. Tell a better story. How then, a good story might become a kind of cloth. Woven to last. Mended with care. Given as a gift. How useful cloth can be. Have you ever counted the ways?
Life without cloth is a different life. We might miss it I think.
PS, This is a wonderful idea, isn't it? I hope they can make it happen.
3:56 Oddly warm enough to open the door in the studio for a bit....
I love this still life with cloth below. I like these kinds of pictures in general. Today this says so much of my truth. How I am rocking back and forth between the day and cloth. Between doing and undoing. How one becomes the other. More or less. And I love how the shadow near the cloth is really the light from this glorious October morn.
It is comforting, this unrolling, and rolling back into old stories, refreshing them in a way with new touches of thread. Making bigger pictures out of them in a way. Simply by feeling the time that has passed.
So this cloth which was originally part of a stitched base called Something about Earth, and then Miles from Nowhere, was split in half and was the leftover when Button Face claimed the other half as Wilderness. It evolved into a new journey which I called A dream without words for a while. Because I had none. At one point a woven self appeared. Which really made it not just anywhere but Somewhere. Now that thing (which takes forever to stitch,by the way)that runs through her. Me. That thing has shown evidence of growth. Today it seem a bit like a tree. I might call it looking for self and finding her. Or maybe Everywhere.