Yesterday, a young lady came over and took all of the bags of weaving materials. She really had no idea of the treasure she had before her, but she was thrilled. I, too, was thrilled, because I really did not want to take these materials to the thrift store. Most people would look at the round reed, flat reed, handles, bamboo, sea grass and more and be confused. What to do with this variety of fibres and colors? Who would want this?
Well, if you are a fibre artist, you just feel and look and begin to put things together. Tactile. Natural. Plant dyes. Textures. Patterns. Roots. Reeds. Grasses. Yesterday’s burgeoning artist showed me her very first basket, completed the day before. It was made from morning glory vines and it held the promise of beautiful things to come.
I wish her well. I look forward to gathering materials in the northwest.