I have spent four pretty solid days at my loom, weaving, not thinking, just wandering around in the past. I love old things. I love my old spoons, my old tools, my grandmother's old furniture that I have, my old worn clothes that can't go out in public any longer. The patina of age cannot be manufactured, it only comes with time. I want my weaving to feel like that. Like an old rug found in an abandoned house. I just made a table runner that comes pretty close.
I made it with these old rags I found in an antique store, old denim shirts, old cotton thread Hollis sent me from his mom's things, and a very old, very soft sheet that finally ripped.
It makes me so happy. I took it off the loom today and it took my breath. I'm very proud of this one.
This is the piece I made with the linen strips I dyed. It looks so beautiful with my Joseph Sand jar. This was one of the first pieces Joseph fired in his kiln. I went out and helped him clean up pots for his kiln opening, got home and couldn't stop thinking about this jar. I sent him an email and asked him to hold it for me. I love it even more on this mat. The colors are perfect together. I have discovered that my weaving style is much like my clay style, I don't really want to make sets of things. One of this, one of that, and then I'm ready to move on. Placemats are probably not going to be my thing, but table runners are nice. I think I will want to make rugs one day, but baby steps....
I bought these really ugly napkins in the thrift store. I liked the red and mustard yellow, but the construction was terrible, you can't make double layer napkins, they hold air and look weird. But cut up into strips, they looked great.
I love all the little bumpies, looks hand made or something :) So pretty in the afternoon light. The bumpies are a bit exaggerated in this photo with the light, they aren't quite so extreme as they look here.
How will I ever sell any weaving I make? I love them all. If I saw these in a store, I would be buying every one of them. So now I have a bunch of textiles, something I have never really bought for myself before, because I usually can't afford what I like. So now, I can just make it myself. Me and the clay world are still not on the best of terms, but fiber seems like it has been a part of me for a very long time. Sandy asked in my previous post if weaving came easier, I think it does. It feels so intuitive and I'm not fighting with it..... much. With clay I always feel like I joined a marathon with olympic runners, but I started about thirty minutes after everyone else, and quite frankly, I'm getting tired of the race. It's a race I can't possibly win and I'm not sure I even want to be in it anymore.... it's not like that with weaving, it's more gentle to my spirit and I feel much more creative and more myself. Why does it always take me so long to get where I'm going.........