Last Friday I packed my passport and left the county to travel up to Gloucestershire. On Saturday I led a shibori workshop, and gave a talk to the Gloucester Guild of Weavers, Spinners and Dyers. Not concurrently; not even foreigners from Devon can do that. But all on the same day.
The group of ten students successfully produced a wide variety of scarves during the morning using concertina folds on the vertical, and a triangular fold down the length. They clamped across the triangular block of fabric using oblong wooden blocks. I gave a demonstration of folding before setting students loose on ironing boards – and then my steam-fixed Kniazeff dyes. The frequent use of hairdryers, to create harder-edged patterns and lines on the outer folds, was an essential part of the technique. As a result the room became hairdresser-hot and infernally noisy. Any general verbal instructions required a megaphone. I wondered if I’d have a voice left to give the afternoon talk.
One of the problems / pleasures of my teaching technique for shibori is that results obtained are unpredictable – and unrepeatable. I can only go so far with my instructions, and then students’ work will go its own way. Results are reliant on how wet they allow the work to become, how much they use the driers, how much they dilute the dyes and even which dyes they use. Separate colours can have different interactions.
It’s also a forgiving medium. Students are often dismayed at their first attempts to create a perfectly aligned block of fabric, but astonished when the result appears pleasing and coherent. One student produced a stunning result by not exactly following my instructions: I am now going to experiment to see if I can reproduce her ‘Gloucester Effect’.
My talk was called Dyeing to Connect and described some of the inspiring ways in which natural dyes are currently being used in social and educational projects. It went well, as far as I can tell, although a gremlin crept in to my ‘remote’ clicker and it wouldn’t move my slides forward. Maddening. I had to dart in and out of the sidelines like a demented bird to click the computer trackpad. When I returned from foreign parts last night, the clicker worked perfectly and the gremlin had departed to plague a speaker in some other distant hall. Or maybe it didn’t have a passport and they’d apprehended it at the Devon border.
April 22, 2013 at 7:17 pm
hate it when that happens. but over the many years of doing such things we have to roll with the punches as they say. i agree with you on the beauty of teaching shibori. every little twist and turn manifests a new and unique result. definitely not dye by number.
April 23, 2013 at 8:14 am
I am so old that I used to give talks illustrated with transparencies – and recall the delights of having them all fall out of the cassette just before the talk started. But there is infinitely more that can go wrong now – computer won’t talk to projector, Apple won’t talk to Mr Gates, there are empty holes where images should be, or the key piece of cable is 300 miles away in the studio…..
April 27, 2013 at 5:57 am
one day i hope to meet…