Many months ago, this next tapestry began in the deep recesses of my mind, like a nudging. It gradually emerged through the pencil in my hand, sketching and studying that which fascinated me, grabbed me and insistently said, "Pay Attention:"
A combination of sunlight on grasses and a wind-eroded mesa, plus so much more. Each day, I spent time with the pencil, adding more lines or shading more areas that suggest shapes, textures and layers.
Two months ago, I reached the point in the drawing when I could go no further. It was time for my hands at the loom to move into the idea, the vision. I had enough sense of the piece that I could begin selecting the yarn palette, wind bobbins of different yarn mixes, and prepare the cartoon.
Finally, I began to weave the heading, the fold-under part of the tapestry. I was eager and nervous about starting to weave the face of this tapestry. The idea now was about to come forward in thread, color, shape, but not quite yet, as I must weave this part of the tapestry that will be hidden on the back.
Anticipation and waiting, not unlike standing backstage, placed and ready for the cue to go on, the pause in the music, the intake of deep breath before I enter and become visible in the dance, my part in the choreography of loom, thread and image.
Now, each morning I step into the rhythm that already is there, the place of no words, but of strong connection with the emerging shapes and forms. Thus, the dance begins.