Weaving Workshop

Caroline Wise Weaving at a Workshop in Mesa, Arizona

If there is any question that the Brillenschlange smiling at me in this photo is an uber-nerd, let this serve as proof that my wife has geek cred that flies off most every chart. You might remember that back on September 9, 2019, Caroline took possession of her Baby Wolf loom. Since then she’s been off and on again busy making stuff on it but this is the first time she’s been able to lunk it out of our place and drag it across town to Mesa, Arizona, so she could join a 3-day workshop.

All last week Caroline toiled after work to wind the warp which is the process of winding off the requisite number of weaving threads in the length that the project calls for. Next, you sley the reed. This means that she pulls all of the threads of the warp through a toothed device that keeps everything separate and aligned. Time to thread the heddles where she pulls each strand of yarn through a wire with an eyelet attached to a shaft controlled by treadles that are used to open a shed. Sheds are the opening of patterns of warp combinations where the weft (the thread that goes across the warp) is beat against the accumulating other wefts thus making cloth. Before that can begin though she has to beam the warp meaning she has to roll the warp on a beam in the rear of the loom that will feed to the front of the loom where she’s tied those warp thread ends to the cloth beam, allowing weaving to commence.

Woven Samples at a Weaving Workshop in Mesa, Arizona

At the workshop, the Mesa guild known as Telarana Fiber Arts Guild has invited Denise Kovnat from Rochester, New York, to share a technique called “Deflected Double Weave” with the group. Workshop teachers are often from out of state and are likely renowned in the Weaving World which helps guarantee the success of the workshop as they need at least 10 attendees to make the event financially viable. (As a non-profit organization the guild just needs to break even when it is all said and done.)

Attendees such as Caroline are given a list of requirements they need to prepare prior to the workshop and then upon arrival, there may be handouts or options to purchase additional materials that could further enhance their knowledge or SABLE. This popular acronym stands for Stash Acquisition Beyond Life Expectancy and most every member of the guild is guilty of this hoarding disorder.

Caroline Fabric on her loom at a Weaving Workshop in Mesa, Arizona

Through it all, these highly skilled and very sociable women gain between 18 and 24 hours of hands-on experience, collaboration, and gossip over the typical 3-day workshop.

The image above shows an example of Caroline’s effort where the colors and pattern decisions were part of her pre-work before arriving on Saturday. What you are looking at is the front of her loom in closeup. In the background is the reed and behind that, out of sight, are the heddles, shafts, and warping beam. The warp are the threads going from the pattern upfront to the reed in the background. Sitting on the cloth is the shuttle that is used to throw a thread through the sheds to be opened to lay down the emerging pattern.

Now consider for a moment that not all too long ago every strand of thread had to be handspun and dyed before they’d find their way to a loom and the more fine threads packed in per inch would typically mean a finer fabric. Should you ever wonder why certain cultures never developed cloth or why people right up to the industrial age had only one set of clothes, it was due to the intensive amount of labor involved with simply making sheets of cloth before they’d ever be cut up to be sewn into shirts and pants.

Sunflower Trail 25A

This is Bob and Bob drives an off-road vehicle he built himself. It’s more like a Frankenstein creation with parts taken from different other vehicles but as the guy who owns and operates the Eurosport car repair shop next to HEK Yeah BBQ on Cave Creek, I guess he knows a thing or two about cars.

Speaking of HEK Yeah brings me to who invited me out here today, Kenny. He picked me up this morning at 7:30 to join him in his SUV and some guys who’d be caravaning with us with their three vehicles up to the Sunflower off-road vehicle trails encompassing roads 25 and 25A. There are some other roads that trail off of those two but they are the main ones that matter.

With tire pressures lowered for better surface contact and more pliability when driving over rocks (I didn’t know this beforehand) we are ready to head over some rough Arizona terrain. Oh wait, nobody told me anything about narrow trails with crazy falloff down sheer cliff sides. Only a few miles in and I’m throwing in the towel to start hiking back as I’m certain I will not be able to stomach being on the passenger side of the vehicle when we have to come back this way.

I assured the rest of the guys I’d be fine with my water and pistachios and that I’d meet them later at the fork of the 25 and 25A. With that, I started my hike out. It’s quiet out here, seriously quiet and seriously beautiful.

I looked for snakes, javelinas, bobcats, tarantulas, and coyotes but the only wildlife I saw, though I heard more than I saw, were the birds. Walking up the steep hill there was the everpresent sound of the stream that bubbled below as it cut its path through the canyon. As for the moon, it was as quiet as ever.

My entire way back was much more appreciated by walking speed as driving by even at only 10mph doesn’t leave me the time to find sights such as these.

And then there are the little details such as this very small bush clinging to the rock side.

When Kenny caught up with me (it turned out he couldn’t progress further up the trail from the point I started my hike out) we scouted some campsites out and around the area.

It’s nice out here and there are alternative roads to the 25A that stopped us from progressing on its road but we are close enough to the Beeline Highway that its noise carries through the hills. Also, during the day at least, there is a lot of gunfire along with a stupid amount of casings that people don’t bother to collect. One other tragic side of being out on these roads that are maintained for the kind of outdoor enthusiasts who benefit from the infrastructure supplied for them, they shoot every sign they can, shoot most of the trees, shot up a water tank that was right next to this fence, leave beer cans, water bottles, even McDonalds trash out here. I wonder if these are the same angry people who complain about how their tax dollars are spent because I don’t think the roads and signs put themselves out there.

Maybe next time Kenny is looking for a travel partner we can better prepare and find a hiking trail from a remote road as he certainly appreciates the taking in the small things along with the sights and sounds out here, maybe even as much as his dog Dobby. Had a great time out here getting a little further off the trail than is typical for my average Sunday.

Mythical

Mythical Coffee in Gilbert, Arizona

I’m set up at Mythical Coffee in Gilbert, Arizona, for a morning of writing. Thirty-eight miles from home at a place that’s new to me happens as Caroline is over in Mesa for a three-day workshop. This past week has seen her frantically winding a warp and dressing her loom so she could be out this way early to hang out with about 15 other weavers and engage in learning something or other about weaving.

For me, this is a break from a part of my routine as I’m out of my neighborhood, trying a new coffee, and for the few minutes, I work on this blog entry I’m not exploring the past. What I mean by this is that if you look at the handwritten notes on the left, they are from 13 years ago when Caroline and I were on a 16-day road trip along the East Coast. In the ongoing effort to rid ourselves of the physical stuff we really don’t need to drag forward, I’ve been digitizing, scanning, or transcribing these things into the digital realm.

Over the years Caroline or I would keep notes about some of our travels, I cannot say what the criteria were that we would or wouldn’t write things down but I wish we’d journaled our thoughts on every trip we made. Working from these often cryptic fragments, a selection of photos we’d taken, the itinerary on a spreadsheet if I find it on my hard drive, and the help of Google Maps I’m mostly able to flesh out a considerable amount of detail that brings our adventure back to clarity.

This exercise also allows some of the 174,639 photos we’ve taken to escape digital purgatory where bits hidden on a computer may or may not exist if they are never seen. While thrusting them into the light of the WordPress page I concede that they’ll still remain mostly hidden as I don’t honestly expect anyone to go back to May 14, 2007, on my blog to read about our day at the Mystic Seaport Museum in Connecticut. For Caroline and I, we now have an encapsulation of that particular day that reduces the images from 125 photos on my computer to 19 photos that highlight what we did with 1,112 words that tell us a story from out of our own lives.

The importance for me about this is not some dumb idea where others think this is a window allowing us to live in the past nor is it a tool for us to find nostalgia in something that would ever be considered the “Good Old Days” unless we are in the late stages of life and are unable to venture out anymore. It is the mechanism to align our memories with reality so how we’d like to remember something isn’t allowed to skew the truth. In the course of our travels, we needn’t candy-coat events as we genuinely enjoy the unfolding of things and relish our experiences with astonishment that we were so lucky to have been present in the face of novelty.

I estimate that I’ll need a couple of months yet to finish the remaining notes that cover roughly half a dozen vacations. I might also have some digital notes that are hanging out somewhere buried in the depths of directories filled with schedules and various musings that need review.

A wonderful side effect of this effort is finding most all of the memories alive and well still in our heads though I have to give it to Caroline for having a mole burrow mind where the smallest of details emerge after the larger trigger brings her back into any particular day of our travels.

Phoenix Synth Fest

Chris Meyer's Eurorack Performance Case at Phoenix Synth Fest in Arizona

This was my first synth fest here in Phoenix, Arizona, where I live. Nearly four years ago Caroline and I attended Moogfest in Durham, North Carolina, and then last year I went to Synthplex in Los Angeles, California, and Superbooth in Berlin, Germany. Phoenix doesn’t have a large community but I came to appreciate that we do have a rather healthy scene here in the desert. While I didn’t count the actual number of visitors here at the Phoenix Synth Fest I’m guessing that between 60 and 80 people from around the valley and even as far away as Tucson showed up for the event.

Chris Meyer demoing his Eurorack Performance Case at Phoenix Synth Fest in Arizona

Meeting Chris Meyer of Learning Modular for the third time was great but watching him demo his performance case was certainly a highlight of the past three days. I first learned of Chris and his wife Trish over a dozen years ago when I wanted to dig deeper into learning Adobe’s After Effects: they were the go-to team for all things compositing software at the time.

Then a few years ago I started watching everything I could about Eurorack Synths and there was Chris. He influenced my case choice, taught me a lot through his online tutorials, and still does, he even asked me for a photo of the Synthtech E370 VCO which got me a credit in the book that he and Kim Bjørn co-authored. That book titled Patch & Tweak is on the table below Chris’s case, which happens to have been built by the inimitable Ross Lamond.

Steve Roach demoing his setup at Phoenix Synth Fest in Arizona

On hand for a second day was Steve Roach who left his gear setup from the night before so he could demo it to the attendees of the Synth Fest. Turns out that this Grammy-nominated artist doesn’t have far to go this afternoon as he lives just about 100 miles south of us in Tucson.

Marci.dh performing at Phoenix Synth Fest in Arizona

After the day’s presentations and visiting with the various people who brought synthesizers with them to the meetup side of the fest it was time for the evening’s entertainment program. I was late getting out of the facility at Paradise Valley Community College to go fetch dinner and so I got back with Caroline in tow to watch and listen to a few of the artists presenting. The first person we caught was Marci.dh who performed what seemed like a stochastic melange of sounds that tipped into the atonal.

Tony Obr performing at Phoenix Synth Fest in Arizona

Tony Obr, the organizer of this Synth Fest, performed with collaborator Dr. Seth Dominicus Thorn who played violin to Tony’s synth foundation. While there were a good 60-80 people attending the first half of the festivities there were hardly 30 people who stuck around for the live performances. I note this as a constant lament regarding the city I live in and the apathy here for things fringe, cultural, or more than 10 miles away from where people live.

Eurorack Synthesizer at Phoenix Synth Fest in Arizona

Today I learned that Justin Olson, Tony Obr, me, and Garth Paine who also performed tonight and owns the synth pictured are all owners of the Orthogonal Devices ER-301 Sound Computer. I would have never guessed that there are no less than four of these relatively rare synths right here in Arizona. The module I’m referencing sits on the far left of the second row from the top.

I now wonder: if Arizona and the Phoenix area were to be able to organize a larger electronic music festival featuring everything from Bitwig and Ableton to VSTs and hardware synths, might it be able to draw in a few hundred or more people from across the state? Or maybe electronic arts in general where graphic design, video, audio, and 3D stuff were all part of a program to help educate those interested but then again I remember a small conference held by Lynda.com years ago that might have drawn in about 100 people so on second thought, probably not.

I still believe that if this were properly funded and promoted by schools, government, and local media it would pull people in just like those groups working to draw people to professional sports; our community gets great attendance at those events. Why not the same efforts for those things cultural where billion-dollar franchises don’t exist yet?

Steve Roach Live in Phoenix

Steve Roach playing live in Phoenix, Arizona

Steve Roach is in town for not only a performance of Electronic/Ambient music tonight but he will also be visiting the Phoenix Synth Meetup going on at Paradise Valley Community College tomorrow. The small Performing Arts Theater on the campus meant that our general admission seats were going to be reasonable no matter where we sat and although we arrived 5 minutes before the start of the performance we were still in the second row. This is not the first time I’ve wondered why when something is free or general admission that many people don’t want to be upfront but if they have to pay for a seat they want front row center?

Last night we were here at the same location for jazz group Union32 that was performing with TSONE who was playing a Eurorack synthesizer for the set.

Not only is the Synth Meet going on Saturday from 1:00 to 5:00 but then at 7:30 there’ll be nearly half a dozen local synth groups and players taking us into the night with their bleeps and bloops.

C is for Coincidence

Screencap of Lumière brothers’ 1896 movie “Arrival of a Train At La Ciotat”

Yesterday one of the most bizarre coincidences in the entirety of my life occurred. Mid-afternoon, while scanning my social media, I came to a link about a video and photo upscaling software that is based on AI called Gigapixel AI. The article leads with old film footage from the Lumière brothers’ 1896 movie “Arrival of a Train At La Ciotat.” It then goes on to give other examples of how this software has improved other types of images. I thought nothing more of any of this and continued on with my day.

Later in the evening, I was going through some of my books, looking for what I might take with me on an upcoming extended trip, and was considering Cyclonopedia by Reza Negarestani and Fanged Noumena by Nick Land. The problem was that I couldn’t find the Negarestani book as the title was escaping me, so I went to Amazon to look up my old order as I also hadn’t memorized the author’s name. Along with the book’s information, I saw some of the suggestions that Amazon makes, including The Melancholy of Resistance by Laszlo Krasznahorkai. Reading the description, I knew I was very familiar with the story. The line in the description that talked about a circus putting the stuffed body of a whale on display in a small Hungarian town was the clue. This had to be related to Bela Tarr’s film titled Werckmeister Harmonies.

After checking on Bela Tarr’s career, I got to wondering about what Srđan Spasojević has been up to since making his controversial movie A Serbian Film. Two years after his rise to infamy, he directed a short horror film that was included in a compilation of shorts titled The ABCs of Death. The premise of The ABCs of Death was that 26 directors were assigned a letter of the alphabet each and then made a short film based on their letter assignment. Srđan was given the letter R, and I found that the compilation was up on Amazon Prime for rent, so I grabbed it to watch immediately.

At an hour and fifteen minutes into the film moving alphabetically, we come to “R is for Removed,” and not 15 seconds into this segment, the camera cuts to a TV screen which is displaying an old black & white film clip that looks familiar. OMG, that’s Arrival of a Train At La Ciotat by the Lumière brothers!

Just six hours before, I watched this 124-year-old film clip of the train pulling into the station that had been used to demonstrate some new software, and now, shortly before I’m about to go to bed in some random movie is the footage being used by an obscure director in a b-movie that I just happened to actually pay for. Then you have to consider that I only rent a few films a year these days. So what are the infinitesimally small odds of something like this happening?

I’m genuinely perplexed by this peculiar coincidence and feel like the universe somehow nudged me, but for what reason or how to interpret this, I have no idea.