In Progress

Home again for a couple of weeks to catch up, pick up, lay low and lay down.

There is a residual energy, the kind that is good for short lists, and small tasks, folding laundry and looking back. Since I started this writing a couple of days ago, I can already feel my mind again turning forward....only slowly.

The beginning of things have so much imagined color, so many rays of light reaching forward. The present is barely felt.  What was it that we all experienced together? 

So this would be a recap.

The loom arrived at  the studio on Tuesday.  Arriving under the threat of rain, the weight of the tool surprising all but one. The layers and panels and piles were shifted here and there. The curiosity,  endurance, and cooperation filled the space and gave way finally to the moment when it seemed that not much more could be offered. Next steps began Tuesday evening.

The beaming that followed, called for that special form of presence. The long form. No time for errors. No rushing, no pushing, no stopping.

It is what it is- as always. 

Threading required the act of giving in and giving over and pushing thru until there was no more to do. Each movement repeated 3080 times, unique in execution every time. That was completed on Friday evening. Denting the reed followed.  The schedule was tighter than we planned, as always.  Is it ever the case that construction and the 10,000 details that accompany  are concluded when we plan for them to be? Ever? 

Although I felt I wasn't ready, texts began to make my phone chirp Sunday afternoon.

What had once been a view thru the periscope, had now become the room within which to dwell.




In preparation for...

I am here. The drive down was punctuated by pit stops that confused me by their familiarity.
“I must have stopped here before.”

Is it the homogenizing of our American landscape? Are the gas stations and rest stops, all designed to be familiar, easy to navigate, unchallenging to the tired mind and body, or have I simply stopped at the same places every time without realizing?

I can’t answer this question. It’s typical that I don’t remember. Typical that I would think it was somehow evidence of something more organized than my way of making my way around.

So, I am nostalgic.

I came into the house: The Jacquard Center. The scent of the freshly washed floors (Fabuloso!) and the table by the front door with the trifolds of local interest, (this time for sure I will take a quick trip here or there…for sure!). The view straight ahead across the huge conference table as I enter. The trees. Only the tops. Is that right? Only the tops?  Of course!  I am on a mountain. We are on a mountain.

My mind, it seems, is now set to expectant mode. What will happen? What will I do? I’m going to stay up late.

 I’m going to get up early. I sat in that chair before. Cynthia sat in that one. David was there.  All those nights, soldiering on, engrossed. Is that the time?!!!  We struggled. We did our secret things. We dreamed.  We plotted. Did our math, checked it twice.

“This is going to be so cool!”

” Is this right? Does this look okay? I sure hope this is okay.”

 “Can I make more?”

“More wine anyone?”

My fellow soldiers, dreamers, doers, compadres, makers…they’ve left their traces.

I am nostalgic.

 I can almost replay certain moments. The laughing. The glances.  The sound of knives on cutting boards in the kitchen. The scratching of pens, the clicking of the keys on keyboards.

 I have been here before.

This time I will take a walk in the morning before sitting all day at the computer.

There are turkeys here now. They are big. I saw one on the road. On the way down. I thought it was a crouching man. “What was he doing that for? Right in the middle of the road?” “Oh! Wo.” Not a man. Goosebumps.

This time, it really is different. This time, I am here before everyone. The quiet is filled with tasks. The sound of footsteps here and back. I woke up so early- ready. I should stay in bed. Surely it is too early to start. Nope. Just get up. Barefoot…walk to the kitchen. Look out the windows. It is pretty lovely- all that green. Then…after coffee…the lifting of plastic tub lids, the mac start up tone, the wheels of chairs and stools moved about.

winding the first one

winding the first one


 There is that sweet, secret excitement –a tiny voice, maybe it’s high pitched?

 ”It’s gonna be so cool!”

“Can I get it all done?”

 “What else am I forgetting?”

I keep walking over to look at the studio. The studio that will be. I am here to build it.

Right now, it’s new floors, new walls, new windows. It is hard to photograph. There is no place to focus.

the loom will stand in that bright spot

the loom will stand in that bright spot

It stands open, expectant. Ready to be filled. Ready to become.  It’s all going to come together, like, Bang!

 Empty now. Only a few hours off before the boxes and the bodies arrive.


“Let’s put it here. That should go there.”

“We should get some….”

“Yea. I agree, and also, you know what else would be cool….?”

“Yes! That would be so perfect!”

“This looks so nice…it’s built to order. No hacks. Let’s make it right.”

“We could just stay in here all the time”

“Yea, but…don’t forget…there are benches up those steps, around that corner…and seats just outside the studio window……”



Spring Updates for The Jacquard Center

I have just returned from The Jacquard Center in Hendersonville. Spring is making valiant attempts to impress all down there. Locals complained about the coolness of the air, but as I sit looking out my window in Michigan today, I am not sure what they are talking about. 

A view from the Deck of The Jacquard Center

A view from the Deck of The Jacquard Center

Planning forges ahead!  The studio space is being readied.  We are putting in place the best practices we have learned and/or developed to make The Jacquard Studio truly elevating to your work and working methods. I realize this reads a little "infomercially".  Here is what it means for me. I will have the shuttles,  the bobbins, the pirns, the scissors, the warping tools, the texts, the riggings for threads, and etc in place, so you can see  and learn how I or "we do it".  (You can bring your favorite tools with you, of course.)

As far as I can tell, the TC2 at The Jacquard Center will have the highest warp density in the country available to weave. 105 epi. When students arrive, the loom will be warped and ready to go.

Here is what I know so far:

  • The warp will be combed, gassed mercerized cotton in natural at 105 ends per inch.
  • We will have a limited number of fantastic yarns available for purchase by the oz. in addition to some basic, readily available yarns for wefts.

I have been updating the website when there is a registration.