Josephine Andrews
Stories (2/0)
Look Up For Ghosts
Sometimes to catch ghosts you have to look up. In the main street of any town in Europe, however small, sooner or later you will find a glimpse of what was. It might be etched into the tiles, painted on the brickwork, a name above the door in mosaic, obscured behind advertising hoardings, or known only to memory.
By Josephine Andrews3 years ago in Wander
The Chatter of Cloth
On a quiet morning, the mist clings to the old trees and drifts up from the wet grass. It’s dank and semi-dark, maybe the sun will burn it off later. I raise the roller door on an old studio and pad across the concrete floor to light the little wood stove. Once we have heat and light I pick up a bobbin and load it with plied colour, using a hand-cranked winder. Slip the bobbin into the shuttle, take off my shoes so that through thick socks I can walk the wooden pedals of the loom. I smooth my hand over the weaving that has been made and the taut yarn of the warp threads yet to be caught by the weft.
By Josephine Andrews3 years ago in Humans