In the last years, and because calligraphy is practically unknown in my country, I had to think a way to enter my artworks into national competitions. I found out that calligraphy could be a metaphor for weaving; strokes or letters like stitches and text pattern as fabric, so I developed a series of artworks combining both disciplines within the textile arts. I wrote this poem for a friend of mine in a rough moment of her life.
A story is unfold, and from it thousands of pieces flourish
Some of them are truly works of art, but by themselves they lose their meaning
Preserve them with love because with love they were woven
In the future they will become part of some other fabric
Keep on weaving and do not ask about them
it’s no time to reason
there will come a time to unfold them
Just for today, do not think, weave, weave, weave!
Weave like crazy, weave with tears,
Weave with anger, weave while screaming,
weave with euphoria
Weave words and weave good dreams
Do not get discouraged…keep on weaving
there are many lives and many knittings
Somewhere you will find the pattern.
|Title||Tejiendo Palabras/Sowing Words|
|Place of Publication||Buenos Aires, Argentina|
|Author of Text/Poet||Marina Soria|
|Book Structure/ Binding Method||Artist book within a Havana cigars wooden box|
|Medium/ Materials||Gouache, watercolor and walnut ink; pointed nibs; embroidery thread and wooden box|
|Paper Stock||Strathmore and Ingres|
|Number of Pages||5|
|Dimensions (WxH) or (WxHxD)||6 x 7.8 x 2 inches|