I’m energized by my online art class called BIG with Connie Hozvicka. But this afternoon I thought I might tear out my hair as I tried to complete one of her assignments.
If I’d known how hard it is to weave lines I would never have attempted to paint plaid but that’s exactly what I did. Silly me. I had thought to skip this exercise. I’ve taught the same kind of thing often enough myself in my beginning watercolor classes that I thought it would be boring. But then wanting to be a good girl and follow instructions AND remembering how plaids had me jazzed yesterday, I thought what the heck, give undulating stripes a whirl, in a circle of course because I’m partial to spirals.
I had fun getting it started. But that was yesterday. When I looked at it this morning, nothing was weaving correctly. Look at that mess!
So I reworked the weave and did improve it. BUT I realized that if I go under and over following the horizontal lines, it all works. Gloryoski for that. But then I make the mistake of looking at the vertical lines and they do NOT go over and under in a rhythmic pattern at all. I’m aware of how every line passing under relates to every other line passing over, and then under again and I simply can’t keep track of all those relationships. I know it must have something to do with even and odd numbers, warp and woof, sacred geometry, calculators, slide rules, the abacus and perhaps a fine tooth comb…or something.
Eeeeeegad, plaids have me feeling crazed. Tormented with inability to sort it out. So tormented, I almost chucked it, but then I thought, “What fun would that be?”
I hunkered down and just kept letting the brush do its doodling thing. I’m not in love with the final image but it’s been a colorful teacher. It made me realize what an awesome woven thing is this interconnected web of life. If I have trouble weaving on a flat piece of paper, I’m dumbfounded by the miracle of my being here at all.