Tangled, not the movie, it's the thread.
- Lidia Amarante

- May 29, 2020
- 1 min read
Tac, Tac, Tac… I hear the flapping of the flax with the apple, I watch the apple tree and the carder, I stare at the thread in the spindle until the spindle is in the spindle and I lose myself watching her go to the spindle. windlass where it will turn into skin that will then enter the bar and will be placed in the sun to blush.
I get the skein ready to use and instead of the bender I ask for manual help and between conversations I form skeins that join others waiting for the warp.
One day I stop, choose the thread (linen, tow, cotton or wool) and bear, form the web that will be placed on the loom according to the scheme you choose, the loom comes to life and you start to hear its rhythmic sound. as the thread goes through the web and intertwines and gives texture to a new cloth.
I know I will look at the cloth and imagine a diverse panoply of pieces that I can produce, gain courage, and the final product will come to pass.








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