Finding Home

I wrenched myself out of Arrowmont about two weeks ago after spending three months there as the first of what will become six Appalachian Craft and Culture Fellows. This morning I was reminded of one of the things I missed while I was there.

Before heading to Arrowmont in September, I dyed the yarn I intended to weave with natural dyes influenced by a class from the very knowledgeable Donna Brown. So much cochineal pink. I’d come across some exhibits about Annie Albers recently. That, combined with my thinking we are living in the 1930’s lately, led me to pictures by Gunta Stolzl were pink dominated the images.

So this morning’s glorious pink sunrise made me jump up and grab my camera before the fleeting color disappeared. The dots connected automatically.

The view from my living room windows is a privilege I’ll never take for granted.

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