#weavingloom

[yjingooi]

Ceramic weaved with willow. I call it nesting.

2023

[kaalbela]

Jamdani (Bengali: জামদানি), also known as Dhakai named after the city of Dhaka, is a fine muslin textile developed in Narayanganj in Bangladesh. Jamdani is a woven with thread in cotton, using a supplementary weft technique of weaving, where the artistic motifs are produced by a non-structural weft, in addition to the standard weft that holds the warp threads together. The standard weft creates a fine, sheer fabric while the supplementary weft with thicker threads adds the intricate patterns to it. Each supplementary weft motif is added separately by hand by interlacing the weft threads into the warp with fine bamboo sticks using individual spools of thread. The result is a complex mix of different patterns that appear to float on a shimmering surface. The pattern is not sketched or outlined on the fabric, but is drawn on a graph paper and placed underneath the warp. Jamdani is a fine muslin cloth on which decorative motifs are woven on the loom, typically in grey and white. Often a mixture of cotton and gold thread is used.

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[dewfeathers]

Oh don't mind me. I'm just sitting here making my own fabric (weaving is so cool!)

It will be about 100in x 19ish in.

What should I make with it?

[measuredandslow]

My furry intern clearly needs more instruction, that is not how we use a shuttle 😂

[malguniakr]

Weaving time!!

[3meninaboat]

The Mat Maker

Moby Dick Chapter 47

As a weaver, I could read this chapter over and over. It makes me so happy to think of them weaving together on the deck.

It was a cloudy, sultry afternoon; the seamen were lazily lounging about the decks, or vacantly gazing over into the lead-coloured waters. Queequeg and I were mildly employed weaving what is called a sword-mat, for an additional lashing to our boat. So still and subdued and yet somehow preluding was all the scene, and such an incantation of reverie lurked in the air, that each silent sailor seemed resolved into his own invisible self.

I was the attendant or page of Queequeg, while busy at the mat. As I kept passing and repassing the filling or woof of marline between the long yarns of the warp, using my own hand for the shuttle, and as Queequeg, standing sideways, ever and anon slid his heavy oaken sword between the threads, and idly looking off upon the water, carelessly and unthinkingly drove home every yarn: I say so strange a dreaminess did there then reign all over the ship and all over the sea, only broken by the intermitting dull sound of the sword, that it seemed as if this were the Loom of Time, and I myself were a shuttle mechanically weaving and weaving away at the Fates. There lay the fixed threads of the warp subject to but one single, ever returning, unchanging vibration, and that vibration merely enough to admit of the crosswise interblending of other threads with its own. This warp seemed necessity; and here, thought I, with my own hand I ply my own shuttle and weave my own destiny into these unalterable threads. Meantime, Queequeg’s impulsive, indifferent sword, sometimes hitting the woof slantingly, or crookedly, or strongly, or weakly, as the case might be; and by this difference in the concluding blow producing a corresponding contrast in the final aspect of the completed fabric; this savage’s sword, thought I, which thus finally shapes and fashions both warp and woof; this easy, indifferent sword must be chance—aye, chance, free will, and necessity—nowise incompatible—all interweavingly working together. The straight warp of necessity, not to be swerved from its ultimate course—its every alternating vibration, indeed, only tending to that; free will still free to ply her shuttle between given threads; and chance, though restrained in its play within the right lines of necessity, and sideways in its motions directed by free will, though thus prescribed to by both, chance by turns rules either, and has the last featuring blow at events.

[whatismean]

called “homecoming”,

This weaving came to me in a dream, fields upon fields of lush flowers, of life all around me in so many small forms, the sun setting in the background

calling me home.

This piece is 12” W x 24” L

Includes a mixture of wools, silk, angora, recycled sari silk ribbon, recycled cotton rope, hand-spun yarns, core-spun yarn, velvet ribbon

Driftwood from Maine beaches

[scarletbonansea]

Weaving linen and cotton fabric for The Monkey Puzzle Tree at Mitchel Interflex, Barnoldswick, England.