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Tapestry Weaving

Now that summer is over with, I can return to tapestry lessons. Over the past year or so, I have been teaching myself about tapestry weaving. I have two primary reasons for focusing on tapestry weaving:
  1. I actually enjoy tapestry weaving. It takes time and energy, but it combines weaving with drawing - two things I enjoy doing.
  2. I use tapestry weaving in several books, and the concept of weaving a story intrigues me.
These two were a study that I did on color and basic weaving structures. The top left one is January and goes down to December on the bottom right. Colors on the computer do not give the best of views, but it was interesting to see how the colors played with each other.

Tapestry weaving is a few steps beyond this study, but the study plays into tapestry weaving since colors react to each other even in woven structure. While you might not mix red and blue to create purple as with paints, the illusion can be created in woven structures.

As I progress with the weaving, I'll write more about it. This week I'll focus a little bit on the history of tapestry weaving.

Have you had the opportunity to see a woven tapestry? What did you like or dislike about it?

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