My Dad gave me this piece of textiles for Christmas from a very obscure area in farthest Northeastern India, called Nagaland, near Bhutan and the Chinese border. It has a nomadic culture; indeed this is the most nomadic of looms I’ve ever seen. I love the idea of a woven artwork with the loom it was woven on still attached and integrated into its threads.
Strange cartoon-like creatures walking across its surface; taken out of context they appear almost pixellated and computer-like. Hot secondary colours creeping out of the cream coloured ground cloth, shiny mercerized cotton gleaming against the matt, linen background.
A pearl of loom technology and an example of heartwarming ingenuity.