Sunday, 8 July 2012

Fresh Off the Loom.

There are boxes  of excellent silk upstairs waiting to be dyed and woven. Silk that comes from a result of cross breeding different breeds of silkworms with different thread characteristics. Spring mulberry fed silkworm cocoons and the silk thread itself are always qualitively better than summer and autumn raised silk. The ancient breeds of silkworms spin small cocoons. It is only possible to reel about 450 meters from them. The contemporary hybrid silkworms are bigger. I've gotten over 1800 meters average from some crossbreeds. The old breed silk thread is precious. I save it for the weaving projects I try hardest on.

The silk above just came off the loom a few days ago. Both the warp and weft thread are from the Edo period silkworm varieties. They were small cocoons with a very low percentage of sericin glue. The thread was mostly dyed with a plum tree bark and mordanted in iron mud and slaked lime. The slight variation of warm browns and cool browns are a result of a slight raising and lowering of the slaked lime bath. The greenish blue was dyed with Japanese kihada and over dyed with indigo. 

The browns below come from persimmon tannin and the purples from lac dye with iron. The thread was de-gummed and then plunged into ice water to re bind the removed glue. Then dyed quickly in a cold dye bath. Later to be mordanted in a hot bath to get the small specks of white undyed random kasuri.

All the cloth above was woven from silk that was hand reeled and vegetable dyed to be made into small silk bags for tea ceremony bowls and tea caddies. The aesthetic goal was to weave something that had reached a sort of Zen Buddhist enlightenment. No ego and no desires and a quiet waiting to return to ashes with elegance and dignity. But at the same time be made of something precious. Something that looks common and almost ready to be thrown away but at a closer look is fresh and alive. Don't look at me, I'll never cause you any trouble spirit.  Pretty tough parameters to fill. I think the master weavers and potters get it as they almost have one foot in the grave.   


  1. rendered speechless by the restrained beauty

  2. onesmallstitch11 July 2012 at 08:24

    I am just rendered speechless. how I wish more people could respect the depth and quality of such skill and understanding of materials

  3. the last photo, that lovely textile, simple, profound.