Or not so raw. I went to a fiber festival today and found the materials at least as seductive as the finished products. There was a lot of knitting and weaving, some gourds, some sewn objects…and lots and lots of wool and silk and every fiber in between. It was a feast for the eyes and hands. I was there only a bit more than an hour, not nearly enough time to soak it all up. There was also a gem and mineral show, which I mostly zoomed through, with a few pauses at mica and some granite with round blue inclusions of azurite.
I bought some wool to use in art pieces — three kinds of sheep fiber. Mostly curly, un-dyed. I like the natural stuff best, as much as I like color. Now I will pet it and hold it and stretch it and pull it and poke it until I decide what to do with it. It’s just a few ounces, so it will be incorporated as accent — into I don’t know what!