A Coincidence? Maybe
On Friday I was finishing my gym workout with a cool-down
walk on the track. Not the most
exciting exercise but I use the time each morning to review my schedule, decide
on a supermarket list and, on Fridays, I plan the subject for this blog. I decided to revisit the subject of
hand-made versus machine-created using as examples two very famous men: William
Morris and Isaac Singer. And so I will in the following weeks. But first to the coincidence.
Yesterday
afternoon, Saturday, found me in front of a fire in our kiva (fireplace) with a
drink and my latest reference book selected from a pile on the coffee table.
The opening introduction page talks about “the continuum of creativity” from
“the action of human hands” to “machine-minding”. This is not an unusual discussion, it appears often in textile
books. However, I had not expected to
find my upcoming subject in the first pages of this remarkable volume.
Textiles,
by Mary Schoeser, is an ambitious undertaking of 568 pages including notes, resources
and a list of further readings. In this
volume, Schoeser mingles ancient with contemporary, museum pieces with gallery
offerings under chapters among which are entitled “Impact”, “Ingredients”,
“Surface", “Structure”. The text before
each chapter includes many references and accounts by well-known artists and
authorities. This writing style becomes
somewhat confusing with so many disparate examples and I find I need to slowly
review what I have read. Perhaps, as I
am used to studying historical accounts which tend to proceed in a linear
fashion, it is my limitation. I prefer
to think that I am distracted by the remarkable collection of color
illustrations (over 1,000). The photography
is outstanding and I am constantly turning pages just to encounter examples of ancient basketry and an installation by
Rowland Ricketts ( 2009) of stones wrapped in indigo sheep wool fibers, as well
as, an array of fabrics and apparel. There appears to be a surprise on every page and I know I will return to this reference often.
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