Am working on the weaving I began months ago.
My tension is rubbish, but as this is an experiment I'm not too concerned about it. Originally I wanted to print onto the fabric I've woven but I don't think I'll be doing any printing on this piece. If I can bear to weave another piece, I might print onto that.
It's good to have something that's repetitious and that I don't have to think about too much, as I do when painting or stitching. This is just back and forth, and back again. Don't even have to think too hard about the colours, as I chose just two colours of thread, three if you include the white at the bottom. So it's quite therapeutic really; which is just what I need at the moment. Small movements; small steps; small focus.
And Seamus Heaney died this week.
To re-post his quote upon accepting his Nobel Prize for Literature, how poetry has:-
'that power to persuade the vulnerable part of our consciousness of its rightness in spite of the evidence of wrongness all around it, the power to remind us that we are hunter-gatherers of values, that our very solitudes and distresses are credible.'