sometimes, you have sort of vague goals written on scraps of paper. quiet little whispers that you don't want to think about too directly in case they don't happen. a preemptive strike against disappointment. and then one day you realize, they've been fulfilled... but in a way you never saw coming.
lately, i've been weaving. near obsessively. the raw opportunity held in a freshly warped loom and the subtle, soothing in and out of the weft threads. music playing and my hands carefully moving. (i have long been fascinated with the many ways mankind has found to make a yarn into a fabric.)
a few pieces will be available for the first time in the shop this afternoon! (i'm nervous.)
i've enjoyed sharing the process, tools and materials over on instagram (ohalbatross, if you'd like to follow along.) i'll share a few mid-process shots below, explorations of simple palettes and subtle shifts. i daresay you'll be able to guess my favorite colors. (and naturally, i had to pop into the machine shop to finish off the ends of the brass and copper bars properly.)
this last one is the one that started it all. there was a rather obviously placed cable outlet on the wall of our bedroom, and i was not at all sure i wanted a tv there. i thought a weaving would be just the thing to cover it... and then the whole adventure began.