Saori Weaving - My Loom Arrives
Ah, in the midst of a turbulent time, the object of my grant application desire arrived! It arrived in the middle of the day we're having a college graduation celebration for our daughter Molly (along with a reception for her first photography exhibit followed by our monthly poetry reading.)
It arrived just minutes after I'd gone to my spiritual room, drew a Tarot card, designating it to be representative of "what will give me peace" and turned it over to see the XIII Major Arcana Death card. I am happy to say that I laughed, that it first seemed like a smartass literal joke from the Universe and that I found it absolutely spot-on in the less-literal and most-usual reading of the Death card is that it is about change, loss, transformation, letting go.
All of which I am experiencing in abundance right now. Molly's graduation and leaving for some travel and then the east coast is a huge crossroads moment in my life. One where I see her road is leading away from mine (though I've no doubt both wind and turn and cross again.)
And so, the loom arrived in the midst of all this sense of change, loss, and letting go. And it seems a symbol of my newest journey, and an artistic exploration that will lead me to transformation....and, maybe, moments of peace.
The main frame of the loom, unfolded right out of the box. I was SO pleased that it fits right into the space I made for it, on the sad linoleum between the beat-up file cabinet I've had for more than three decades, and a dilapidated shelf rescued from the flood of '93. Obviously, I'm not waiting for an invitation from Somerset to profile my fine studio space.
This is the box of inner parts and accessories for the loom. At this point, I was seriously worried there might be no directions.
Ah ha! A piece of paper!
Aahhhh.
This is the reed cap, and though everything from the shipping box to the directions had the word "SAORI" on it, it was the sight of this piece of wood that has "SAORI" front and center on the loom that brought tears to my eyes.
Blissful sigh.
Labels: loom, saori weaving