“And it all begins with a single thread, as Plato tells us, wound on the spindle of the revolving cosmos held in the lap of a woman, spinning the destiny of the world into being”
– from ‘The book of symbols: reflections on archetypal images’
Being a textile artist is like being the closest touch on skin, space between earth-textile-foot, energy between palm and cloth.
Life happens there, within the in between, within the stillness that so many run from.
Being a textile artist is about bringing change- feeding our collective consciousness with comfort and the freedom to feel again.
Textiles bring us closer to touch.
In times of environmental catastrophe, political unrest and a lost sense of what it means to be alive, resurrecting the respect for natural things: roots-shoots-fleece-flax is exceeding the realms of critical.
It is my calling to be a part of this reawakening.
Week 6 of my weaving apprenticeship with Imogen Di Sapia has fallen in changing times. The extinction rebellion movement is in motion, past threads are loosening.
Imogen and I have been working hard on a project for the RHS garden exhibition taking place in Malvern this spring. The exhibition is centred around Georgia O’Keeffe’s ‘Ghost Ranch’ and it’s been a privilege to be a part of fibre transforming to cloth. I can’t wait to see the textiles in context, amongst the other energy, crafts, colours, plants, shades and history.
Ancient and old.
O’Keeffe’s spirt beneath our feet
Energy once ours now back
I grab at the rug beneath my feet.
Touch- move- merge
The sacred dance
These desert winds penetrate my entire organism
and I hollow out
as the sand scrapes all that I am, out out out
The winds fuel me feed me fill me wake me shake me make me.
Our task today was to capture the finished cloth, the finished rug, in a way that expresses its fullness, conveys its composure and wholeness as a being, personality as well as a textile.
Imogen’s skills in creating theatre coupled with her natural story telling abilities were beautiful to witness first hand. My wool working journey has officially begun. I have now completed every stage in the making of cloth, and so the first thread on my life long warp has been set, beaten and stilled.
I now think back to the first ‘loom’ I made (if you could call it that), walking into Imogen’s exhibition for the first time and of course my time in the Yew woods last summer along side all that rests in between.
I welcome with open heart, mind, soul and spirit the many many many colourful,
and beautiful threads to come.
And I urge us all to respect, cherish and treasure the textiles around us as they mimic the ground we walk on, our Mother Earth and the cosmic matter we are all made up of.
Let’s ignite the freedom to feel again.