 What happened was that my mum and I were on a visit in Kristinestad/ Kristiinankaupunki in Finland. We went to my grandmother's cousin Imbi's house, where she was weaving as usually. And what an adventure. I was allowed to touch the loom. And look my eyes are closed while cherishing the strength of the loom. This day made up my mind: I had to learn how to weave to survive. Strange thought isn't it especially in our modern society when I should have chosen something like engineering to make a career. But I can't get away from it, I don't want to leave my universe of rag rug weaving.
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Damyn
30/10/2012 00:17:40
...and nor should you. It is obvious the universe of rag rug weaving is in your blood and bones - evident from the way you live. This is a lovely photo - and actually, it almost could have been taken in your loom room, aka 2012!
Anna María
30/10/2012 02:20:58
Thanks for commenting. Yes it is a great pic. Taken without the flash and the photographer was struggling with the light. Loom Room sounds actually quite poetic and I guess I'll stay in the rag rug universe, in the loom room until the end of the world. ;) Leave a Reply. |
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