Monday, January 6, 2025

Woven-in Patterning

Anonymous Peruvian Makers
Tunic
AD 900-1400
cotton net with alpaca tassels
Denver Art Museum

Anonymous Italian Makers
Gown for Statuette of the Virgin
ca. 1575-1625
silk brocade with gilt-metal threads
Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum, Boston

Anonymous Italian Makers
Fabric Panel
ca. 1600-1650
silk velvet with gilt-metal threads
Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum, Boston

Anonymous Italian Makers
Fabric Panel
17th century
silk brocade
Art Institute of Chicago

Anonymous Italian Makers
Fabric Panel
17th century
silk-brocade with gilt-metal threads
Art Institute of Chicago

Anonymous Chinese Makers
Hanging
ca. 1600
tapestry-woven silk
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Anonymous English Makers
Purse
17th century
silk and wool tapestry-work
Fitzwilliam Museum, Cambridge

Anonymous European Makers
Throw
ca. 1720-25
silk brocade edged in gold lace
Bayerisches Nationalmuseum, Munich

Anonymous French Makers
Fabric Panel
ca. 1735
silk brocade
Art Institute of Chicago

Anonymous French Makers
Fabric Panel
ca. 1740-60
silk satin
Art Institute of Chicago

Anonymous French Makers
Fabric Panel
ca. 1760-70
silk brocade
Art Institute of Chicago

Anonymous French Makers
Fabric Panel
ca. 1762-65
silk brocade
Art Institute of Chicago

Anonymous French Makers
Fabric Panel
ca. 1800-1825
silk satin with moiré stripes
Art Institute of Chicago

Anonymous French Makers
Shawl
1845
wool and cotton
Art Institute of Chicago

Percyval Tudor-Hart (designer)
Le Premier Péché
ca. 1930
wool and silk
(tapestry hanging woven by Léo Belmonte)
Royal Ontario Museum, Toronto

Sonia Delaunay (designer)
Syncopée
ca. 1973-74
wool
(Aubusson tapestry woven at Atelier Pinton)
Queensland Art Gallery, Brisbane

Telemachus' Guilt

Patience of the sort my mother 
practiced on my father
(which in his self-
absorption he mistook
for tribute though it was in fact 
a species of rage – didn't he
ever wonder why he was
so blocked in expressing
his native abandon?): it infected
my childhood. Patiently 
she fed me: patiently
she supervised the kindly
slaves who attended me, regardless
of my behavior, an assumption
I tested with increasing 
violence. It seemed clear to me
that from her perspective
I didn't exist, since
my actions had 
no power to disturb her. I was
the envy of my playmates.
In the decades that followed 
I was proud of my father
for staying away
even if he stayed away for
the wrong reasons:
I used to smile
when my mother wept. 
I hope now she could
forgive that cruelty; I hope
she understood how like
her own coldness it was,
a means of remaining
separate from what
one loves deeply. 

– Louise Glück (1996)