I have left it too long and I no longer remember what order I did things in for these two weeks, so I am going to combine them in this one post.
I warped up my loom, this is the longest warp I have never done, about 20 feet. So, this process took me a very long time. I used an upside-down table for a warp board.
I research weaving twill patterns, and weaving techniques use throughout history and around different cultures. One of the reasons I love weaving is that there are so many similarities throughout the many years of weaving, and across the world. Yet there are so many important subtle differences that point to a specific use, culture, time, or problem.
I used many different twill patterns for this weaving. I was trying to weave intuitively, adding in different materials without a plan. However, throughout the process I realized I was still setting rules for myself. Once I noticed the constraints, I was putting on myself, I changed up the pattern. Then I noticed I was forcing my intuitiveness and putting even more rules on myself. It was a fun battle with the different sides of myself.
I was able to take the weaving off the loom, just in time before we had to leave the studio. I want to cut and fray a lot of the side pieces, rather than have the just the loops.
For this project, I wanted to write my artist statement throughout my process, rather than at the end. So I started writing down my thoughts as they came to me as I was in my process, in a kid of poem format.
March 12 2020
Following rules imposed by me.
One by one. Each line.
My hands are dry from washing and weaving.
My loom got stuck, scissors are not a good tool to fix that. I cut my middle finger.
That makes sense. Fuck today. Please don’t close the school.
My hands are dry
My hands are dry
My hands are dry.
Too dry. Moisturize! ok.
The cotton is rubbing harshly on the back of my dry hands. Advance the loom
My hands are too dry. They are red and I have to stop.
March 15th 2020
Its hard to weave with cracking hands.
Its hard to weave while you plan your rebellion beside me.
Its hard to weave because I am stoned.
Its hard to weave while the world crumbles.
I finished this weaving. Unfortunately, I had to give the loom back to Jen, before I could do more, I was planning on doing at least 3. But I really enjoyed writing these little poems. So, I have been writing them everyday. I had no idea it was turn into a pandemic journal, but I like that I have evidence of how I was genuinely feeling everyday.
I also got the write about all the amazing exhibitions that were on display in the exhibition commons. My little reviews were published in the Lantern publication. So if anyone who was in those shows, want to bulk up your CV, with a “published in” category!