The decision being made
the dice is thrown
the rags will be assembled
starting the task
of beating the rugs
in the loom
I have been travelling in various places in Iceland recently and looking at the striking colours of summer. They differ. In Þórsmörk, a valley surrounded by 3 glaciers the colours were striking. There was grey, masses of grey as there was an volcanic eruption in the area 2 years ago. But the colours that caught my eyes was the green, the fresh singing green of early summer and yellow in big portions being flattered by violet and purple. And greenish yellow in all that fantastic symphony. This means I have got an idea for my next piece. I want to tell the story of summer. Unfortunately I didn't bring the camera along as I never bring a camera along when I work as a guide. Perhaps a silly whim of mine, certainly feels like that now.
I have finished the spring piece. I finished it tonight and celebrated with a wee dram of a splendid whiskey. It is till in the loom though. Three meters to go and there is another piece cooking in my head. I had been stuck in the work but during the goat visit I found the solution.
I was weaving yesterday until late about eleven pm. I could hear the blackbird had started it's song sitting in one neighbour's spruce so I decided to take a short walk before I went to bed after a successful day at the loom. I have been falling asleep listening to that black bird for a few nights. All through my 15 minute walk I could hear the blackbird singing, It was fabulous and the evening was so still and mysterious and nobody was about but the blackbird and other birds singing their hearts out and a grey striped cat that I met. When I got back and set my alarm clock it was 2.30 am!! I had only guessed the time when I went out. These bright summer nights confuse the mind and are intoxicating. A marvellous drug, summer nights.
During the weaving of these two days I have been listening to an audio book that I would never had chosen to read but as there is a limited amount of audio books in my favourite library in Reykjavik I take what I find, start listening and if I can't stand it I turn it off. This book is called Hotel on the the Corner of Bitter and Sweet. Marvellous book. It introduced me to the evacuation and imprisonment of Japanese Americans during world war two but also was the story of love and loyalty.
I spent a few days visiting goats and I haven't been weaving att all. Anyway I am stuck in my weaving work but hopefully I can get started again today.
This time of year the goats shed their fleece and I have been helping friends that keep goats to comb them. I stayed a few days at a farm in Skagafjörður, northern Iceland and was hanging out with the goats in their field to photograph them. It is rather amusing and very fulfilling to spend time with them. I got a few good pics that I am sharing on the weberstrasse goat section http://weberstrasse-cashmere.weebly.com/. I would be very pleased if you want to look at them. The Icelandic goats are an endangered species and there are mere 729 of them. Now when kidding time is just about over there is much more of them.
Anna María Lind, MA Textile Art Winchester School of Art.