Windwoven #28

If winds were fibers, what would they weave? I live on a hillside near the coast. Seasonal winds sculpt the trees into tortured but elegant shapes. Some are stripped bare but still reach for the sky. Others bend their trunks to protect their foliage like a shield. This project began with an idea to simulate smoke and the winding paths it follows. The smoke coalesced into strands of fiber and colorful yarn. Then it swirled into strange and organic forms. Some look like those wind-sculpted trees. Others are blankets unraveling, or storybook creatures felted from wool. If you look close, they are all fuzzy and soft and begging to be touched. As this project developed I researched fiber art...View all