when the storm has passed
Paradisaea n:o 19 // Refined In Fire collection
Warp: Hand painted mercerised cotton
Weft: Dark navy cotton (EC), Bockens 8/2
Woven with a faux crackle type of fancy twill, designed by Paradisaea
431 cm x 68 cm (size 5+)
about 321 g/m2
Raw selvedges with a wavy look (typical to the weave)
The "Refined In Fire" wraps all speak of the strange kind of beauty our lives
sometimes gain when we are forced to go trough struggles and pain.
The first of Refined In Fire wraps got the name "When The Storm Has Passed".
This wrap a tribute to all of us who have survived a storm, or multiple storms; to all of us who have lived trough tempests, squalls and hurricanes that have all of a sudden overtaken our lives, shaking the whole landscape, leaving behind a land that looks strange and foreign. This wrap is for survivors, for those who stubbornly held to their will to live on -
and who got to witness
that even after destruction
something beautiful may surprise us.
No rain, no flowers. Out of the raging fury of storm
something astonishingly beautiful might be born.
Here's the text that I wrote a while ago, while weaving:
"This wrap has made me think of certain things.
The gentle yellow accents in the blue section look like flashes of light in the surface of the fabric. Fireflies in the night, or maybe stars just above the horizon, maybe flashes of a distant lighthouse. Light in darkness.
Have you ever been out in the night after a storm? It's a strange thing. Like the whole world was heaving a sigh, shaking a weight off its shoulders.
We spent once a night in a small island in the archipelago listening to a storm rave over us. Rain was still pouring strong when we finally fell asleep in the tent. I woke up in the dead of night when The Physicist (the husband, that is) went out to secure the boat again. I climbed out of the tent, walked to the shore and froze.
Storm had passed and was now over the mainland. I could see the thunder clouds in the horizon, resting over land. The sea was black, and stars had burst to light over us on a clear sky. The whole horizon was ablaze with lightning: yellow flashes breaking the sky, clouds tinted with a crimson light.
It was magnificient. And suddenly the storm wasn't scary anymore. I was safe, the storm had passed, but I could still witness its strength. And the whole world was sighing, finally coming to rest.
In the next morning the whole landscape was washed clear and fresh. New, somehow.
So, I've been thinking about those moments. Sometimes storms come over us without a warning. In just ten minutes everything can change and we're in the storm's eye, desperately trying to find a shelter. It's scary, and waiting for it to pass is horrible.
they, however, do pass.
And the moment just after is glorious.
I'd love for this wrap to celebrate that - the moments after storm, of having survived, of standing on the shore in awe of the power of thunder."