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The Shaman Weavers Print Set

ARCHIVAL PRINT: limited edition, created on 310gms textured museum grade etching paper with archival pigment based inks, card mounted and bag wrapped, ready for framing, hand titled and edition n umbered, with artist’s signature.

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Price: £90.00

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ABOUT THESE PAINTINGS

This series began during the winter 2011 and will be continuing through to 2015 when there will be a full circle of thirteen ancient weavers working around this loom. The loom cloth is created first of all, using a mix of self-woven pieces, vintage hand weaves and cloths gathered from travels and women’s circles. The voices of each particular aspect of wild land (mountains, rivers, forest) are anchored in the cloth and then gradually drawn into the painting of the weaver. Each painting takes between two to four months to complete. The cycle will eventually also include the weavers of islands, caverns, hills, oceans, desert, tundra, valleys, meadows, earth and sky. The Shaman Weavers will be exhibited for the first time as a complete installation in the summer of 2014, offering a chance to walk into the sacred house of weavers and sit within the primordial world loom…

‘We were sitting near the bottom of a great loom, shaped like a broad open bowl. Above us a ring of faces were working at the rim, old fingers reaching down to twist and tie the threads, quick hands moving back and forth around the warp, colours being braided, bound and trimmed. The women worked in silence, thirteen weavers at the loom, thirteen wizened sisters in this house of weavers. Many faces, many lines of blood, many lands, many cultures lost and living, many long forgotten bones. The fabric tumbled down between their hands as they bound the threads. And into the cloth they were weaving lives and stories, myths and memories, cruelties and kindnesses, all tied into the fabric that fell from the loom. Down in the centre of the bowl, the length of woven cloth fed through a hole, the warp and weft constantly dropping, carrying all the textures, all the patterns, all the colours of the world. The work of a thousand, thousand weavers, coiled deep down to the fragile faded weavings created by the very first to sit around this loom. We sat within the lap of this life weaving and watched the sisters at their work. We saw our own lives played out along their yarns…’ from Sacred House book 2010