Sunday, 19 February 2012

Project ABC: J is for Jewellery

Remember the beads?
Here they are in their new disguise as a bracelet:

It was originally two different stings of beads but I never wore any of it so 
I undid it and kept it in my bead-box for future inspiration.

I used a wooden button from the haberdashery souk as a closer.

I like the blue string peeking through here and there.

Sunday, 12 February 2012

My visit to a Bedouin weaver

It is a windswept Saturday morning.  The Weather Bureau warned about cold winds blowing across the Gulf from the snow covered mountains of Iran. As the sand billows across the road and the driver clings to the wheel, I peer at the desolate and featureless desert landscape passing by the car window. “Who would want to live here?” I wonder.

I am on my way to Sila, a small village in the Northern part of the Emirate of Abu Dhabi; about 3 hours drive from the city and the last outpost before the border with Saudi Arabia.  There is nothing here. Not even dunes. Just flat stretches of coarse, colourless sand as far as the eye can see.

I am accompanied by Leila Ben-Gacem, the project leader of the Sougha Project. We are on our way to visit Bhkita and Hamama, a Bedouin mother-and-daughter team who are part of Leila’s team of traditional weavers. They graciously opened their home to me to introduce me to the art of Sadou weaving.

Leila showing off one of Bhkita's bags

Sadou is a traditional Bedouin form of weaving. The women, working on ground looms, produce long narrow strips of patterned textile using yarn spun from camel and goat hair or sheep wool. These textile strips are then sewn together to make the walls of their traditional tents, camel bags and other utilitarian items.

Bhkita spinning yarn on a hand-held spindle

These days, however, things look a bit different. With the rapid economic development of the United Arab Emirates, the Bedouin’s nomadic lifestyle has all but disappeared.  The government has built houses for the nomads and settled them in formal villages where they have learned to live with electricity and other modern conveniences. The children go to school and move on to careers in the city.  It is a wonderful privilege and opportunity their parents never had, but it means ancient Bedouin traditions are fast dying out.

One of these traditions is Sadou weaving. A craft which were passed on from mother to daughter and which were done in communal settings where folklore and female wisdom could be passed down from one generation to the next. Now only the older women still know how to do it and their daughters are in general not interested.

A close-up of the tent-wall

Enters Leila and her Sougha Project. It is an initiative launched by the Khalifa Fund aimed at preserving local heritage by developing traditional artisans. The women are taught how to adapt their products to the current market and trained to create opportunities for themselves.

Leila is a petite Tunisian woman with short dark hair and a big smile.  What she lacks in stature she more than makes up for in energy and enthusiasm.  She lives for this project and these Bedouin women. I’ve met Leila last summer. She showed me the products for sale at their kiosk in Abu Dhabi, told me about the Sougha project and invited me to visit the Liwa Date Festival where I would see the ladies working. 

I visited the date festival later in July 2011 where I observed some of the ladies do their telli embroidery (that’s a different story...) and weave palm fronds into baskets, mats and other household items.  The weavers were displaying their wares but obviously not doing any weaving on the show.  I bought a small woven carpet from Bhkita’s stall.  Her work mesmerised me. It was obvious that here was a very talented woman. Her designs and quality of craftsmanship were a step above the rest. The language barrier (my Arabic is as limited as her English) meant that it was not possible to ask her about her work but I wanted to know more. Leila obliged and organised for me to visit her home. And here we are...

As we arrive at Bkhita’s house we are welcomed by her daughter Hamama and invited into a Bedouin tent erected right next to their brick and mortar house.  The inside walls of the tent are made from traditional woven wall panels, the floor is covered in carpets. Big pillows are set around the edge of the tent as floor seating. A low wooden table is laid out with Arabic coffee, dates, fruit and pastries.  The only reminder that we are in the 21st century is the big TV screen against the one wall.

Enjoying coffee and treats with Bhkita and Hamama

As soon as we are seated on the carpet, Hamama serves us small cups of coffee and dates.  It is obvious that both women are delighted to see Leila. They chatter non-stop updating Leila on all the latest gossip in town.  Leila tells me they are very honoured to share their craft with me and I must please show the world the beautiful things they make. I am happy to oblige.

Admiring Bhkita's work

In between telling me about her children and grandchildren (Leila has to translate very fast, as Bhkita never stops talking!) Bhkita shows me some of her finished work.  She uses the woven cloth to make bags in different sizes - from handbags, laptop bags, pencil cases, make-up bags and more – to coasters, table runners and other household goods.  She not only weaves but also sews the bags all by herself.  She buys camel leather from the tannery in Al Ain (another Khalifa Fund initiative), the cotton she uses for the lining as well as the thread and fasteners she buys in Abu Dhabi or Doha. She uses a modern, electricity-driven sewing machine.

A Sadou laptop bag

Bhkita’s age is a mystery but I guess her to be in her late sixties. She never went to school. Her childhood was spent roaming the desert with her family. According to her daughter she attended an ‘illiteracy eradication programme’ provided by the government. She can write her name and she ‘knows numbers’.  But don’t be fooled – this is a very smart, intelligent woman. And immensely talented.

Bhkita's latest design.  She is very proud of this one. 
Can you see all the counting going on here?

The woven strips she makes as inserts to her leather bags are narrower than what she would normally make for a tent wall. The patterns are intricate and delicate. The colour combinations are inspirational. The quality of craftsmanship is exceptional.  Bhkita is very proud of her work and her designs.  She makes sure I notice that there are no flaws in the textile or pattern.  She doesn’t make mistakes.

Bhkita has an amazing instinct for colour

When we had enough (too much) to eat and drink it was time for her to show me how she works. The ‘workshop’ is in the house.  As we enter the front door, the floor loom is the first thing I see.  It is set out on the carpet in the reception area of her house. In a traditional setting the loom would be made of split palm tree trunks held together with palm fibre twine. The single heddle would be held in place with wooden stakes.  The ‘modern’ version I see in front of me is made of galvanised pipes held together with nylon rope. The piece of pipe holding the string heddles is kept in place with bricks.

Bhkita with her floor loom

I am not a weaver. When I look at woven textile I look at the colours, the patterns and the texture. I don’t pay much attention to the technicalities of the weaving process. The little bit that I do know about weaving is that the warp yarns are the strong ones which are strung across the loom and keep the textile intact but are usually not visible in the finished product.  The weft yarns are softer, thicker and of different colours. They determine the design.

At work

I was therefore quite surprised when I realized that with the floor loom things work the other way around.  The warp yarns, strung across the loom in a figure-eight, hold the pattern and the weft yarn provides the strength. Therefore the warp yarns are the coloured ones and are strung onto the loom in a predetermined order. The weaver has to work out the pattern before she sets up the loom. This sounds easy if you have a graph or a pattern to work from, but these women are illiterate.  They don’t have paper patterns to work from.  It’s all in their head. No wonder Bhkita ‘knows numbers’ – counting is what she does!

The warp yarns determine the pattern

Bhkita sits on top of the woven part of her textile, facing the heddles. Her hands seems to work effortlessly, but I soon realise weaving on a floor loom is a physical job.  She has two sword beaters or el haifs (flat pieces of wood with pointed ends and bevelled edges) set into the warp yarns in different configurations, as determined by her pattern. By turning one of them on the side she opens up the shed and increases the tension at the same time.  After she passed the shuttle or el masr (a stick on which the weft yarns has been wound) through, she beats the weft into place with a hook beater.  In traditional times this used to be a gazelle horn but now it is an iron hook or a bent screw driver. Beating every row is very important to keep the textile tight and to ensure an even tension throughout. 

The string heddles and the sword beaters
Bhkita enjoys demonstrating her work to me.  Every now and then she makes sure that I understand everything, that I have good enough photos of every step and whether she can tell me anything more... And if I’m satisfied she carries on talking about her children and their families and about their winter camp-outs in the desert.

She tells me about harvesting desert truffles("faqah"). When the desert had good rains in December but stays dry during January, the Bedouins go truffle hunting in March. It’s a treasured delicacy, difficult to find but oh, so delicious to eat.

On our way back to the city I look at the desolate landscape with new eyes. It is still harsh and barren but now I see colour and pattern. And now I know who wants to live here - people who see beauty in the landscape; people who love their children and family.  And people who can find truffles in the sand.

Saturday, 11 February 2012

African details

We own a collection of African Artifacts which we collected while living in Uganda.  
I spent the morning photographing the lot as I plan to compile a catalogue.  
Here are some close-ups.

Playing with Colour

Just playing with a reflection...

Friday, 10 February 2012

Blog Award

My blog and crochet friend, Stel, awarded me the Versatile Blogger award.
How cool!
(check out Stel's great crochet FB-group)

Here's how it works:

Display the award on my blog - see sidebar
Thank the blogger who gave it to you - Thank you, Stel!
Mention 7 random things about yourself -

7 Random Things about Me:
(There are quite a few random things about me already listed on my ABOUT ME page, 
so I tried to come up with new ones...)

My brain works in straight lines. All my designs are more modular than organic.  I don't know if it is because of my architectural training, or if my architectural training was a result of my square brain...

Exercise does not come naturally to me. I have to force my self to do it.  That is why I set myself targets like the Namaqualand Walk.  It gives me a reason to train.

I like to read books (fiction and non-fiction) which are site-specific.  The story or incident can only happen in that specific place.  Like the No 1 Ladies Detective Agency series by Alexander McCall Smith.  That story is a Botswana story - it won't work anywhere else. Or The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini. It is an Afghan story. The place becomes a character in the book.  It defines the story.

I would love to be a full-time traveler. I read the blogs of people who travel around the world with their families in tow, doing location-independent work. I lie awake at night trying to figure out how we can do that. And I try to convince my two teenage boys that it would be a great adventure.

One day I am going to write a book about Aubergines (Eggplant).  I think it is the most delicious thing.  The smell.  The colour.  The shape.  The shiny skin.  The taste.  It's awesome. You need all 5 your senses to appreciate it.

I am glad I wasn't born into an English Speaking home.  Having a mother tongue other than English forces one to be bilingual.  It opens up so much more opportunity to learn and experience.  And I think being Afrikaans is great. Without that I would never have read Ettienne Van Heerden or Antjie Krog. I would never have listened to Laurika Rauch or Johannes Kerkorrel.  I would have been a lesser human being.

I can't sing.  I wish I could.

List the rules -

1. Add the award to your blog
2. Thank the blogger who gave it to you.
3. Mention 7 random things about yourself.
4. List the rules.
5. Award to 15 bloggers.
6. Inform each of those 15 by leaving a comment on their blog

Award 15 bloggers -

I only awarded 12...

Inform each of those 15 by leaving a comment on their blogdone.

Marilyn Monroe and Chocolates

I'm working on a project which includes Marilyn Monroe and lots of chocolate wrappers.

But not the chocolates.  Those are sitting in a big plastic container on my desk.  
They bother my children.

The project also involves fabric.  Lots of fabric.

I'll keep you posted...

Thursday, 9 February 2012

Seam allowance

I am working on a project where it is crucial to keep the seam allowance to exactly 1cm.

The rubber band marks the 1cm line as well as act as a guide to keep the fabric straight.
So far so good...

Sunday, 5 February 2012

Sorting Beads

I was trying to move one type of beads from my bead box to a separate little container.  It is easy to get the bulk of the beads out but when it comes to the last few it is quite a pain.

I couldn't tilt the box because that would mess up all the surrounding beads.  I am too impatient for tweezers, so I tried something else.

I took a drinking straw, covered the mouth piece with a piece of netting to prevent the beads from slipping down my throat.

I then sucked the beads up into the straw and blew them out again in the new container.