November 4, 2015


playing with weaving, and woven fabrics

Each Wednesday, I take stock of the projects I’m working on, and where my brain is at.

handwoven fabric

handwoven fabric color

Full brain. Busy week.
Writing. Reading. Weaving.

Another week of playing with color.
Experimenting and exploring.
In a different form this week.

No knitting. No crochet.
Not peaking at colors through a layer of black and white.
Not swatching and swatching and swatching.

Well, swatching –
but one long giant woven swatch.
A pile of yarns.
Beautiful colorways in and of themselves,
mixed and combined and woven together –

I borrowed a friend’s ridged heddle loom,
and spent Halloween exploring the depth of color that can be found in a single colorway.

A beautiful, beige-tan color.
Not one of my normal colors – not at all.
But it was already warped,
and excellent for practicing.

Not my yarn. Not my color.
And I thought it was just a whatever color.
But it’s not.

Maybe no color is a whatever color.
I think no color is a bad color –
at least not in the right circumstances.

So maybe no color is a whatever color either –
at least not in the right circumstances.