We touch things to assure ourselves of reality. We touch the objects of our love. We touch the things we form. Our tactile experiences are elemental.
the woven grid
Leaning forward, stepping on a treadle, using hands and arms, one hand on the beater bar and one throwing the shuttle, switching, catching the shuttle, beating the yarn into place, fixing the tension of the selvedge, leaning forward, stepping onto the next treadle, repeated, repeated, repeated. This sequence becomes a dance of the loom, the grid in infinitude, place and breath. It is here at the loom that line, the intangible grid and weaving intersect so expressively, from one action to the next.