So it is Spring and I have weaving on my mind.
I wake up and I stretch and say weave out loud. Start my day. With weave as my filter. A filter can be a layer that is thin enough to sort thoughts. But not keep you from seeing or moving through your day. For me a filter is a way to simplify vision by separating some of the eyes that have gathered over time and perhaps facilitate the formation of new ones.
This one was a good start, simply because it lightened me. Gave me time to consider how soft a beginning might be. I mostly love how the warp, the thing that stands, and the loose ends of the weft, the threads that move through, well they became reversed. That the loose ends became legs, the standing part, and that they did not weight her down but supported her when she tried to take off. There are other things too but that, what we stand on and for, I reconsidered that when I woke up at 3 AM, thinking about how we teach. I added the wing last, it was the result of the evolution.
Probably I will be outside in the garden today, probably all day. Reconsidering can be done anywhere. Maybe it is best not to hurry.
Delightfully light hearted. What a wonderful creation/gift to meet the day with. Hope your time in the garden today felt as fluid & unstoppable. 💖
it was exactly that
I am a weaver too Jude. I received my first potholder loom at age 5 and have been weaving off and on ever since. I so get what you are feeling! It’s the best! xoxoxo
I wonder where my potholder loom is?
How well the loose threads help to lift off and support her along her journey. Her whole look and feel saying..I am open, peaceful and ready to journey on to things I will experience or …I have done this before and it’s new.
Such an incredible piece this is, Jude.
It speaks so quietly well.
loose really works. free.
She will fly away in a spring night
(she’s safe because she is watched over)
she is floating.
Do you realize that you have five faces or sets of eyes in the row of eyes? Very effective.
and there are 9 single eyes overall.
A sprightly spring in her step!
Love the eyes!
love making them
Love this piece!
I just kept going even tho I thought I was done.
“stand on and for” – yes, this. How we stand, sometimes in ways we didn’t even know we could.
we learn , just like that, by going.
I am descended from refugee Huguenot silk weavers. They fled from France to London’s East End during the Great persecution. I have never learned to weave but there are times when the need and desire to learn overwhelms me. Is it in my DNA or to honour my ancestors. Whatever, its embedded in my soul and will require fulfillment. Presently, I am slow piecing, slow stitching a scrap quilt. Cloth, in some form, is where the ❤ is…
How wonderful to know this part of your story. Sewing is weaving to me, in many ways.
Everything about this one is delightful 💙💙💙
Love, love, love
She is a springtime beast, indeed! Pronking for joy the way little lambs do.🙂 Have a glorious day!
She seemed goat like…
I have been a Handweaver for 45 years but not continually. I venture off and try some other art form but it seems I always return to weaving.
it is a centering thing.
So much movement in this one… Thinking about movement as a kind of growth. Have fun in the garden. 🙂
yes, grow, move.
EveryThing is here.
The eyes have it! Transformation! Weave and fly!
A beautiful piece, Jude.
unintended but useful…
I love this piece, Jude, and the look on her/your face — that little Mona Lisa smile. <3 Fly, fly, dear weaver.
oh I see mona lisa, ha!