1. maí

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.