Saturday, I went with my dad to a hardwood warehouse to get some wood for a new project he's starting. It was a dusty barn out in the middle of nowhere east Texas, next to a sawmill where piles of trees waited to be made into railroad ties.
A lot of the wood was rough and looked weathered, but from my dad's excitement I could tell the ingredients were there for something fantastic.
I love going to places like this - yarn stores, fabric stores, farmer's markets, anywhere the raw materials are available to make art. Even places that cater to skills I don't possess, like the wood barn, inspire me. They're like museums of pre-art.
|the view from the balcony of the florentine yarn store|
I make things because I love taking something as raw as a length of cloth and turning it into a gorgeous dress, or, as my husband remarked in amazement, "I can't believe you made me a sweater out of nothing but two sticks and a mile-long piece of string!" The rough and weathered planks of ash we brought home Saturday have already been smoothed and planed, revealing the creamy, clean wood beneath, ready to become something altogether new.
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