Today, according to my west coast brother, is Slow Art Day. This is my day. When I moved into this apartment seven years ago there was a yarn shop on the first floor, full of beautiful hand spun wool yarn and other goodies. Many years ago, many, many years ago, when I was in college, as an art major, my favorite area of art was weaving. Having access to large looms, I wove sheer curtain fabric, wool plaid for a dress, a 4x8 foot tapestry, and more. Weaving is a slow but very satisfying art for me. Unhappily, once I was married and a parent, I didn't have room or time for weaving. But, hooray, on visiting the little yarn shop down stairs, I was introduced to lap looms, handy little portable looms that fit into my current space. So I ordered a lap loom from New Zealand, assembled it all by myself, and started weaving again. Which brings me back to Slow Art Day. There may be slower arts that weaving, like waiting for oil paint to dry or painting a huge mural on a chapel ceiling, but weaving has to be among the slowest. Recently, I've added another layer to my weaving by stitching images on a woven background. Slow on top of slow. Happily, this is an art that waits until I have time to work on it, and nothing changes, drys, etc. between sessions. I love slow art.
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