The weaving proceeds slowly but that is the way. Sometimes I have to take a brake to observe and of course, to think. There are various things that help the thinking like talking to the neighbours cat or to observe plants and the sky. I mean these things help the clogged thought to disintegrate and new thoughts to emerge and solve the problem that lurks in the loom. Lurks in the loom. I wonder what the readers of this blog think when they get this glimpse of my own loom-universe. Is it weird?
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It is absurd that hanging in and at a loom could be so fantastic, tying threads and even out slacks. But for me it is a thrill. I have been changing my mind and altering some major things. Mean while I am visualising the next piece I am going to weave. Letting my vision float around all the rags surrounding me in Weberstrasse. It is satisfying. Reminds me of a favourite film of mine: The piano by Jane Campion.
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AuthorAnna María Lind, MA Textile Art Winchester School of Art. Archives
March 2024
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