The more I work with Random Weave, the more I realize there are (literally) layers upon layers to both the process and the product.
The finished piece, the product, is usually pretty determined in how it wants to be created, what it wants to look like. The process of creating it to meet those specs is often intense. Most of the time I can get it. Sometimes not so much. I have loved many of the works that have come from the studio and I have stomped on others. Nothing uglier than ugly + random.
Random Weave is a choice. It’s the focus I chose when returning to the studio a couple of years ago. It’s also a language. I’m always thinking about what can be made using this particular language. I also wonder how far the materials can be pushed before they break. Yes, reed breaks. It’s my fault, I push it too far. I’ll try the move again, maybe a little slower, maybe with less of an edge, maybe in a slightly different direction.
Other things I think about in the process:
The Line, with a capital L. The mark of painters. It’s there in each strand of reed.
Surface. Talk about a textured surface.
Volume. Most works are a vessel of some sort. Probably not to hold water, probably something else.
Rhythm/pattern. The reed wants to self-organize itself when it starts to gather in a work. I’ll let it gather together some, but not too much. Am very conscious of a move being “too expected” and will often turn the reed the other way.
Random is as random does.