Carol Crawford Handweaver
I have been weaving for most of my life. Even after forty years I find myself continually enthralled by the moment my shuttle crosses the warp and creates the woven piece. The patterns, colors, and textures of the yarns I weave always change, yet the act of sitting at the loom-treadling the food pedals, shuttling the bobbin back and forth, beating the yarn into cloth - remains constant, inspiring and miraculous. Before the weaving begins there is the warping process, the winding of yarn on the loom, threading the heddles in the harnesses and reed, calibrating the warp tension, all tedious and exacting work. Mistakes will be made and corrected, colors, yarn strength and patterns premeditated, yet when all is ready I approach the weaving as an artistic experiment. What will happen to blue as it interacts with green and purple? Causality and its happy accidents keep me invested in the process, even if it is yet another scarf in a long line of scarves woven over time.
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