The universe is a fabric woven by the gods. The cosmos, the ordered universe, is one continuous fabric warp and woof making a grid pattern. Hence the importance of wholeness, not only of the uncut garment, but also of the cloth woven all in one piece. Whether as a cover for the body or as ground for a painting, the uncut fabric is a symbol of totality and integrity. It symbolizes the whole of manifestation.
Good conversations are a means to explore the fabric of oneself from underneath, from the side of loops and knots – good conversations are a driving force in the perpetual weaving of one’s life.
We went throught that first paragraph, the quotation above, then closed the exhibition catalogue and shortly departed from the V&A, each to her own business. There were days until I thought about it again, at first taking it as only an example for my lover to understand how I can approach museums in order to make them a playful experience.
‘Look, when Laura and I went to The Fabric of India we did so in a long, enthusiastic, engine-fueling conversation – we used everything in that space to feed it, the objects they put on display for us, yes, but our bodies too, our voices, our words in the context of those museum sets. There were threads of cloth all around us and let me be a bit metaphoric in saying we integrated their patterns and movements into the way we talked to each other. And don’t scold me – metaphors are still essential in the toolkit we have to make sense out of life. But I can actually show you this time.’
‘It’s a tunnel walled with threads we let our fingers brush through and caused to vibrate, like a loom in full action. I would have never done that alone – it was a gesture born out of talking and togetherness, a figure of speech. By itself, it was mere decoration to a passageway linking two rooms – atmospheric, effectively so, yet mute – as a prop in our conversation we gave it eloquence. So yeah, I guess this is how I wanted to show you museums can become stages for playfulness – with the sounds of us and the exchanges of thoughts.’
Patricia Beykrat – the Roving Aesthete