I’m in Colorado Springs visiting my dear friend and long-time former studio partner, fiber artist Carol Mylar, whose yarn collection rivals pretty much anyone’s – complex textures and myriad colors and soft cords and strands of fur and glitz and homespun. It ‘s beautiful to behold.
While we were talking in her living room (and watching it get dark about 4:00 – yikes), I put together two twigs that I had found outside and began winding an Ojo de Dios, partly because I wanted to work with the yarns somehow, and partly because I’m giving a workshop on that subject later next year.
It’s a meditative process, turning and winding, tuning and winding – I had forgotten how nice it is to watch the “eye” grow in size and complexity. My little Ojo is not a thing of beauty, but it is a symbol of the woven, continuous threads of friendship and a reminder of a lovely Colorado afternoon.