Today I tackle the Mirrix. I am really excited about the treadles. I have never personally liked shifting the heddles with my hands, but... It eventfully makes the scar tissue in my palm sore. For most people this isn’t a problem. I also prefer the advantage of being able to use both hands when weaving with my slicker threads at 20-22 epi. But, I do love the Mirrix treadles and the fact i can fit it into a suitcase when I travel. I also like the heddle system itself. It is really fast. I noticed on Lynn Hart’s blog she’s using the heddle bar system on her Shannock, which is a very interesting adaptation. But, you know i don’t mind the tyed heddle system. What i do dislike is the hot glued heddles. Something eventually always comes loose and hangs one long and shortens another. Then when one has worn out the heddle the glue often pulls away part of the wood. Unless, it is really cheap glue and then one ends up at square one with a long and short heddles when the glue doesn’t hold over time.
The weather is odd. It is either beautiful, sunny, and freezing cold or warm, dreary and way too wet. The daffodils and Jonquils are out. My crocuses aren’t, but everyone else’s seems to be. The Camellias’ are blooming just in time to be browned by the rain. I wonder why we even try to grow them in Oregon. The downstairs part of the studio is/ was absolutely frozen and the the upstairs where I spend most of my time will be too warm. I want to lay out in the sun and read, but my fingers are too frozen to turn the pages. When the sun does shine and heat up the Daphne Odorata the smell is incredible as it gently wafts into the studio. Made a nasty discovery yesterday. The fasteners on the windows in the stairwell are in the middle and I am too short to reach them. Should be an interesting summer!
I am starting to think about my piece for the ATA small format show. I am beginning to collect the images. I want it to be about paradoxes. Perhaps, the paradox of the Alpha and the Omega a feeble attempt to weave what has been going on in my life lately and the thought processes that they engender. There is always the paradox of aging and youth as the body changes, fascinating to watch and examine, but difficult at times to live with. I am not sure whether it’s a paradox or an oxymoron-good and evil, old and young, fire and ice. The paradoxes involved in food and diabetes, Insulin and glucose
Life is full of little discoveries such as coming home and finding out my neighbour can really play the delta blues on his guitar sitting in his front yard. Evoking memories of Asa sitting on the patio playing the guitar when he was a kid, or that the neighbour doesn’t mind Chene chasing his cats that are twice Chene’s size, or someone else also enjoys the opera. Another discovery I counted 7 different colours of violets on my 8 block walk to my better bones and balance class.
Cheers for now!