Officially tonight was my second weaving class at the Textile Arts Center
in Brooklyn. First of all let me just say that weaving is a bit more tedious then I had imagined. However, in all of it's technicalities there's just something really meditative about pulling 240 individual pieces of yarn through various contraptions which I cannot for the life of me remember the names of.
Why am I weaving? How do I justify this class to myself - or anyone else? Well I have a passion...a fascination with textiles. I went to school for Industrial Design...twice. Once in undergrad and once in grad school. Call me crazy (you'd be pretty spot on) but I love making things. A realization of my semi-irrational or at least unexplainable love of textiles began when I did a study abroad semester in Copenhagen, during grad school, where I learned the Scandinavia-style of screen printing; which to date is still fairly traditional. Even Marimekko
emplyees pull each screen by hand. By hand people. I realized that I had been sewing and creating "soft" products throughout most of my undergraduate studies and it seemed like an obvious step, to an outsider at least. Too bad I didn't realize that I loved textiles until about midway through my trip, maybe I would have gone to grad school for textile design (no regrets though). There is just something so comforting about working with fabric, yarn and thread. Furthermore, it feels like these materials have unlimited possibilities. So here I am, taking yet another class related to textiles.
[caption id="" align="alignleft" width="300" caption="dressing my loom - part 1"]
[/caption] My goal: to learn the process so I can design something...anything with all of the knowledge accumulated throughout my years of tinkering with the stuff. Back to the class... What is going on anyway? I have no idea really. My teacher tells me to do this and that, to pull this piece of yarn through that hole and that piece through a different hole and everything will come together real nice. Huh? Alright, so I pull 240 pieces of yarn through this and that and viola I have created a structure or frame of sorts and now I can (supposedly) begin weaving. Hopefully (cross-fingers). [caption id="attachment_263" align="alignleft" width="300" caption="dressing my loom - part 2"]
[/caption] And there are all these terms or words that I don't quite "get" yet. Like dressing the loom? Harness? And the tools! Someone needs to create better tools for these weaving souls. Everything seems too flexible, breakable almost. I feel like a bull in a china shop. Seriously. My rings get stuck on everything. My legs get in the way of the contraptions. [caption id="attachment_264" align="alignleft" width="300" caption="dressing my loom - part"]
[/caption] The tools fall on the ground at every move. I feel like I need something to hold things in place. It's frustrating, it's tedious, it's crazy...and I love it. And I cannot explain the why or how yet. [caption id="attachment_270" align="alignleft" width="300" caption="yarn crosses"]
[/caption] When you are dressing your loom one of the things to always be aware of is your "cross". This is when your yarn pieces create crosses in between one another. You have no idea what I am talking about. Well in any case...my cross wasn't really working out tonight so I decided to forget the cross. I took all the yarn in my hand, tool in other hand, and improvised. And somehow I made it through. I dressed my loom....Finally. Next week I weave!!!