In preparation for the dye pot, I’ve been tying and knotting hundreds of small beads into the fabric panels for a kimono top. The largest pieces are complete, but there are still detail areas on the sleeves that need to be tied. My hands can only tolerate this work for about an hour each night because it requires the use of coarse upholstery thread that must be bound exceedingly tight.
I view this part of the shibori resist process as a meditation. Last night, however, all I could obsess about was how much I hated the word, flesh. And, the texture of flan.