Posted on 2015/10/12 by

Weaving as Cultural Practice: What time of the year is it?

The selfie of my loom My loom is like a housewife’s ill-used treadmill.  It sits behind me in my office/studio beckoning me to ‘work’, to weave something, anything!  Instead, at this point in my life I really need to read stuff, write things.  My work table doesn’t hold fabric, waiting to be made into a Read More