while i was in new mexico, we did a quick day trip to sante fe. it’s no secret that i love the weavings of the southwest, and my aunt pulled me into a gallery to show me their room full of antique navajo & hopi rugs and blankets.
they were very nice at this gallery, they told me to feel free to take things out, unfold them, toss them on the floor, take pictures. when i was told this, a image flashed into my mind of pulling out as many as i possibly could and rolling myself up in them to just luxuriate in them. i resisted this particular temptation, but i was very glad to be able to look at them more closely.
look at this gorgeous imperfect little rug! what happened in the middle here? do you think they switched weavers in the middle? or maybe the weaver did this in two sittings, and started the second session totally stressed out, and slowly, through the act of weaving, or who knows, maybe talking to another weaver working nearby, got herself back to the tension of the first session? i don’t know the story, but i love the product!
i absolutely love all of the natural marled tones of the wools left untouched by dye.
if you could be left to play in a room full of anything, what would it be? which was your favorite here? did you see any color combinations that inspired?