new roving and thoughts about dye

I have been focusing my dye operations. Working almost solely with Blue Faced Leicester rovings and sabraset dyes, I have been delighting in this new medium.

wool roving

This process has been liberating, adding a new field of interest to my days. Since my move, I have been increasingly able to let go of ideas that are not going to be implemented in this life, and also of the great amount of stash that I have collected to support those unrealized ideas. I have become more selective. What is challenging for me is to sit still with the process, and understand that I am on a path that is leading me to a deeper degree of competence in my chosen field.

I’m leaving something out here. It relates to yesterday’s post about meaningful storytelling in my work. I am working with a flawed medium, in that these dyes are tested on animals, the wool is sourced from who knows where, that kind of thing. There are alternatives, and I will incorporate those alternatives as I learn. Through cosymakes, I learned that there exists a family of heavy metal free dyes that I plan on bringing into my studio.
Don’t mean to be heavy. How about a beautiful photo to lighten things up?

the x-ray botanical art of Hugh Turvey

romney fleece and a scritchy future

romney cross fleece

a friend gave me this romney cross fleece a while back, and I finally washed it.  I have been dyeing and spinning BFL roving almost exclusively, which is awesome for immediacy (and for user friendly capitalist pursuits), but my lowdown mission statement is really more about creating spirit rich garments from raw materials, sourced as directly from the producer as possible.  Wool like this falls under that category.  It is, however, coarse, primitive if you will, time-consuming to work (each lock needs to be flicked open individually), and ultimately brings me closer to a lifestyle of “voluntary simplicity,” i.e., using less and connecting intimately with the things that I do use.  The goal for this is a very hairy sweater for my husband, which, in the end, I am not sure if he will wear.  Or I could make a bomber rain-proof capelet and line it velvet.  hee hee…