tromp as writ

It is time that I unlearn how to weave.

It is time to let go of the notions of perfect selvedge and yards and yards of uniform fabric.

That warp that I painstakingly threaded with huck lace is a canvas upon which I can create.  What happens if I pull out a few warp threads?  Regroup the spacing on a few others? What, indeed?

What happens when I use a thick yarn for the warp? Recycled sari silk!!!

What happens when I soften the transitions from color to color, by creating stripes of varying widths?

What about knots! What indeed?

I haven’t felt this energized about weaving in years!