This has been a pretty tough couple of years for me in terms getting myself to weave, which is, paradoxically, the activity most central to my identity as an artist. Weaving is the calming, centering, intellectual and creative activity that allows me to make things that I feel are profoundly expressive. All other creative activities — design, sewing, crafting little things — are fun, make money, but are peripheral to the core.
A bit like writer’s block, I hit a bad snag in my creative flow a couple of years ago and just stopped working. I questioned the value of making art at all. It seemed to be piling up here, the economy was making it nearly impossible to sell it, I had to turn to more intensive textile design work to get by. And once I broke the continuum, it has been terribly difficult to raise up the faith to get back to work. But I have begun. I finished my studio sale, and the local Christmas fair the week before, sold a lot of pretty little things I had made, (even sold a real tapestry!), and then I sat down, sighed in relief, and decided it is time to lay off the little stuff and make more important things. I began a new piece based on a photo I took earlier in the fall while driving through southern Illinois. I made myself a sign to keep me on task. And I finished hemming the tapestry this afternoon.
|Illinois Field, 2013, 24″ x 27″, wool with cotton & metallic Laura Foster Nicholson|