








SHAMAN WEAVER CLOTHS
These tapestries were created as part of Carolyn’s Shaman Weavers painting cycle, from 2011 to 2015. Each cloth measures 5 ft x 4 ft and is sewn onto a background of hessian. The materials (fabric, felt, embroidered and woven fragments, beads, bones, shells, hide, horse hair, salmon leather) were gathered or made during the preparation journey for each painting and completed before the weaver started to arrive onto the paint board.
When the Shaman Weavers were eventually ready for their first exhibition, they were installed into a large circle of black-wrapped frames, each weaver raised about 60cms from the floor, with her cloth attached below her hands and running down a ramp into the centre of the circle. The effect was to create a vast bowl-shaped loom, with the ancient women sitting around the rim, their weavings cascading down to where the viewer stood…
The shaman weaver cloths so beautifully represent for me the way that my journey with women’s work has unfurled over the last three decades: a tapestry of fragments, layers of colour and texture sewn over and around each other, precious ancient pieces that sit beside the vibrancy of something newly woven, the scents and prayers and quiet hands of women working around the world to mend and patch and darn and hem… There are entire arcs of life and death within these cloths, deep sadness and vivacious joy. Each cloth is big enough to wrap a woman, a protecting coat, the arms of sisterhood. It is all here, caught within thread and fibre. And the wild and sacred beauty of our earth pinned into each fragment…
This loom poem below contains words that have formed the titles for many of my workshops during the last thirty years. As with a loom, the words have been woven from the bottom to the top. Together, the weft threads of the workshops have strengthened and given meaning to the warp cords of my journey. The images are from the many shrines that have been spun into prayer by circles of sisters. I give gratitude to all the women who have walked across this loom with me…