I’m really getting into the connection between The Body Remembers and the act of stitching and weaving. The fibres of the material are woven and connect warp to weft, sometimes they have gaps, other times they are tight. A piece of fabric- I now have learned is not fabric until it is removed from the loom, and is given time to relax- settled into itself.
One of my goals is to get off the page, so the past two weeks I have been taking a weaving class through the Textile Arts Center in Brooklyn NY. One thing I can say about the global pandemic is that though physically we can not connect with others, it has created an alternative learning environment.
I did not do much weaving in this class, but I absorbed what was being said and watched as our instructor demonstrated, and defined terms. She kept saying ANYTHING could be a loom.
I have had this giant wood palette for months now, my husband has tried to throw it out several times, but I kept saying no, I am going to use it for something? Long story short, I figured it out!
First off when I say giant, it was so big that we could hardly close my door when we got it into the studio, and I would not be able to stand it upright as planned, unless I made it smaller. But with a trip to the hardware store, a few supplies and couple hours of work I converted it into a rudimentary Loom.
I’m pretty excited to start working on it and weave my own stories into the warp.