In a quiet moment this morning, I stood in the dining room looking at 3 of my weavings.
It was a bit surreal feeling. I remember weaving these pieces and loving them. I still love them, but am removed from them, if that makes any sense.
I can admire the creativity and artistry that went into weaving them...and remember quite vividly the time spent constructing the frames/looms as well as the time spent dyeing reeds. Still, they were woven by another Jennifer in a land far, far away. Well, not really. We used to live a mere 8 miles from my brother rather than several states.
These pieces were far more playful yet not quite as personal as my work now. Of course, now is filled with lots of experimentation and exploration to find my creative voice again after a 2 year hiatus from adopting our daughters.
By the way, the is the first attempted post from my iPad so I hope it posts and looks okay.