Thursday, February 10, 2011
Handspun Eggs in Raku nest
In the fiber arts, which I know the most about, most ideas require repeated motions, by the thousands, to come to fruition. This might be true of other media as well, but I can't think of any good examples. It takes some will power to sit down at a loom, knowing that you are going to throw the shuttle and beat thousands of times before you can cut off your towel, or scarf. It takes inner strength to cast on several hundred stitches for a shawl that you might not finish for several months.
Though I complain and procrastinate, I return time and again to knitting, weaving, crochet, and spinning. The individual motion of putting spin on a spindle, results in almost nothing. It is the repetition of that motion, followed by many, many more repetitive steps that can finally add up to something beautiful and of value.
Somehow, the thing that I complain about the most, is the very thing that also attracts and compels me: the tiny incremental steps required to add up to anything of substance.
These three little balls of handspun singles were begun last August, from BFL roving dyed by Miss Babs, on a dyaKraft drop spindle. They are really nothing yet. Many more steps will be required.
They are nestled in a raku bowl made by a woman named Janka. She was my Mother's ceramics teacher. This tiny bowl must be 40 years old. My mother treasured it, and I treasure it. Janka must have thrown a thousand bowls before she developed the skills to make this one. I am grateful she did.