Iceland. A month long residency in Blonduos, at the Icelandic Textile Center. It was a time to pause, reflect, create. An affirming time, one that reminded me, away from deadlines, pressure, of the joys of weaving. I spent hours up in the studio, everyday, winding warps, braiding, knotting, threading, weaving. Sampling ideas, and then some weaving with no purpose, no function in mind. An often intimidating prospect for me, one loaded with expectation, but a rewarding one when something worthwhile emerges.
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"In winter there’s white-green, grey-green, orange-green, turmeric-green." ~ Tim Winton
Every morning I went for a walk to the island in the middle of the river, a small nature reserve, revelling in the cold on my face, the initial snow crunching underfoot, the grass slowly emerging.
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Surrounded by the Icelandic landscape, the colours I used reflected this. Earthy colours, celery green, ochre, moss, fluffy white.
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