Lake Effect
Medium: Wool, cotton rope, and roving on warp
Dimensions: 46x34 inches (including fringe) Dowling rod measures 42 inches
Investment: $2600.00
Woven over many solitary hours, Lake Effect explores memory as texture. This piece holds a dialogue between past and present- between the steady rhythm of the physical body at work weaving and the inner thoughts or landscape unfolding alongside it.
As I repeated the motion of weaving, I found myself returning to memories of my early life in Ohio- especially the toledo blue skies, the horizon of Lake Erie, expansive Farmlands, and the particular feel of growing up in the Midwest.
These impressions surfaced alongside meaningful personal anniversaries- one year since my breast cancer diagnosis and seven years since my dad’s passing. Fiber seems to hold my thoughts differently than paint. The pace is slower, the structure more limited and defined. Each movement, -in, out, - or -back, front- becomes action and reflection, like an inhale and an exhale. This piece marks the beginning of an ongoing exploration of weaving as an extension of my intuitive painting practice- translating emotional landscape into material form.
*This piece is almost impossible to mock up so it is show in it’s full form photographed on my porch.
Lake Effect
Medium: Wool, cotton rope, and roving on warp
Dimensions: 46x34 inches (including fringe) Dowling rod measures 42 inches
Investment: $2600.00
Woven over many solitary hours, Lake Effect explores memory as texture. This piece holds a dialogue between past and present- between the steady rhythm of the physical body at work weaving and the inner thoughts or landscape unfolding alongside it.
As I repeated the motion of weaving, I found myself returning to memories of my early life in Ohio- especially the toledo blue skies, the horizon of Lake Erie, expansive Farmlands, and the particular feel of growing up in the Midwest.
These impressions surfaced alongside meaningful personal anniversaries- one year since my breast cancer diagnosis and seven years since my dad’s passing. Fiber seems to hold my thoughts differently than paint. The pace is slower, the structure more limited and defined. Each movement, -in, out, - or -back, front- becomes action and reflection, like an inhale and an exhale. This piece marks the beginning of an ongoing exploration of weaving as an extension of my intuitive painting practice- translating emotional landscape into material form.
*This piece is almost impossible to mock up so it is show in it’s full form photographed on my porch.