While it still seems like the tapestry has a loooooong way to go, much of the time-consuming decision making about color, texture, interpretation, and visual phrasing is set in motion.  And the higher up I weave on the piece, the fewer reeds there are (sigh of relief), so speed will come exponentially with height.  I am certainly looking forward to the part where I can work in the crane feathers!  Not yet, not yet, but it’s coming.

Finally, “Zen Cranes”  is growing to enough height that I can see how my interpretation of the photo by Kathy Bishop is working out.  Stepping back, hints of the depth and movement of the water, shadows, and reeds are appearing.

In quarantine or not, the weavers work carries on, one thread at a time.  The world turns, seasons haltingly move forward, and the process continues.  The artist who has created her sacred studio space at home can carry on the journey unabated.  I feel for my grad school friends who had to pack up their NY studios and cart what they could back to their apartments for the duration–yikes!  Be safe my friends out there.  I am fortunate that, like cottage industries dating back to the dawn of weaving, my tools of the trade are close at home and close at hand.

My encouragement to you is that you find the time and place at home to be creative, whether or not you have a full studio available.  Claim even a corner, a chair, a table, the garage, whatever it takes.  Be expressive, immersive, lose yourself in the work.  The process is healing and grounding and a critical part of being human.  Stay safe and healthy my friends, and carry on!