Hedgerows are the countryside’s ribbons. They bind fields with a living net trawling for crops, without which there would be no food based powerhouse for the Nation. Hedges with their thorns and wires provide boundaries, my place . . . your place . . . . our places. Lastly, they are a home; protection and sustenance for countless animals upon which we all eventually rely.
My experiment in weaving celebrates and promotes the hedgerow in abstract woven art form.
The weft stratifications are the layers of a hedge. Campion, Herb Robert and Cuckoo Pint push through from the base about now. Blackthorn, Hazel and Elder reinforce the battlements. Soon Whitethroat, Linnet and Thrush compete in the hedge’s larder for early seeds, worm sand caterpillars
Thus the backdrop for my weaving experiment emerges.
The layered colours a suggestion of successive plants growing up through the hedge. Out come tools new to the weaver’s craft: pliers and secateurs along with sticks, needles and hooks. Further abstraction, a hint of barbed wire fencing , a hedge’s reinforcement to keep in check curious cattle. Decorated with sheeps’ wool, paper and plastic litter, the obvious signs of human presence.
Almost complete. Soon the coloured blossoms will be added. The experiment to weave a hedge is very nearly done.
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