The nights have drawn in and I find myself weaving again. I feel there is more to this and I need to explore it further.
There is something organic about the weaves. You can see every thread and mistake, every exposed and misshapen edge and its just gorgeous. When manipulated it can resemble gills, the stitches opening, before I then return it to its original shape, however there is always a memory of the movement. Copper thread gives the impression of strength but it is most fragile on its own. A copper weave is similar to any textile, when weaved the many become one.
So do not ask me why I decided to stitch it and turn it in to a sculpture and remove all the life. I think I had the word sea sponge in my head and I could not move on from it. Sometimes you have to own the strange decisions you make and this is one of them.
I believe that the ‘Sea Sponge’ phase is now out of my system and i can appreciate the shape for what it is. The warp which continues from the weft unused is really interesting. It does resemble a sea urchin, an organic form. It does exploit the light to its advantage, my neighbours love it anyway.
I am continuing to weave.
