Wednesday, September 4, 2013
I have posted views of this room several times on my blog over the years. It began as my clay room, I had a wheel in here and tried in vain to make pottery in here, carrying ware boards full of pottery down two flights of stairs to my kiln. It makes me groan just to think about those days, ugh.... I suppose when you are desperately in love with clay you will do anything, not these days! It was also the art room for awhile and I still have all of my art supplies in a closet, just pared down quite a bit, now that I no longer have school projects to do (help with!)
This past weekend, I moved everything out and made it my weaving room. It is upstairs, tucked in quietly, the sun comes in the window most of the day and it is a quiet space, a good place to weave. The panels hanging in the windows are bed sheets my friend Maureen gave me. I have dyed them with rusty bits of things, thinking one day I would make strips and weave them, but they look so tranquil in the sunlight, I may just have to keep them like this.
I brought up some favorite art pieces from friends. Chicken by Shannon Bueker, cow, Laura Farrow, felted pig Gerry gave me for my birthday, felted sheep (tiny one on the shelf), Cindy Shake.
Moose hair also from Cindy via Alaska, little house pendant, Trish via Alberta, little baby bird bones from Hillsborough.
It appears that I like blue yarn as well as blue pottery. Hey, I live in Chapel Hill, Carolina Blue country, so it only seems right, don't you think?!
This is the best this room has looked. What a different craft weaving is from clay. For one thing, no DIRT! and everything weighs less. I think I am going to enjoy this space this winter when it's all cold outside and the sun is warming this room up nicely. Everything is organized and clean and ready for creating.
And down below, I have a view of my clay studio. Not to be forgotten, but I need a rest from it.
I spent the past three days going through closets, drawers, and rooms, purging, purging. We got rid of an old uncomfortable leather sofa, a very heavy black steel desk that I could not move at all, lots of old kitchen stuff, art supplies and junk. It feels so good to be getting rid of unnecessary clutter. So metaphorical and cleansing. Ridding myself of excess weight and baggage all around!
Time to get creative!