Veronica Pock | Handwoven textiles

Category: Handwoven art textiles

  • Stories from the weave studio – November

    Cold silvery light The woods decay, the woods decay and fall, The vapours weep their burthen to the ground, Man comes and tills the field and lies beneath, And after many a summer dies the swan.  From Tithonus by Alfred, Lord Tennyson This is a snippet from one of my favourite poems, and…

  • Stories from the weave studio – October

    Riotous colour October: a month of abundance and plenty. The trees laden with apples, nature’s bounty; the flowering plants now heavy with seed, preparing for the future, ripe with possibilities. The full moon of the month, the Hunter’s moon gives a sense of the season to come. The cold grip…

  • Stories from the weave studio – September

    Under tension September has been a busy month and has flown by. A return to the rhythm of school routine, sunny days and darker mornings with the equinox bringing a noticeable shortening of the days. Back at the loom I’ve had a large commissioned piece to work on, as well…

  • Stories from the weave studio – August

    Potential As summer softens into autumn, the mornings are liminal with mist and bejewelled cobwebs. The flowers of high summer are beginning to fade, and dahlias come into their own, brash, loud and brazen in their blaze of colour. As August tails off and September takes over, there’s a sense…

  • Stories from the weave studio – July

    Azure, cerulean, lapis lazuli, cyan, aquamarine If I had to choose a colour for July, this year it would be blue. Sky blue, azure, periwinkle, lapis lazuli, cyan and sapphire, aquamarine. This holiday season led me to southern climes – Italy and Greece and their warm languorous seas. Travelling through…

  • Stories from the weave studio – June

    Petrichor The coming of rain is heralded by ‘petrichor’. From the Greek ‘Petra’ (stone) and ‘ichor’ (the ethereal blood of the gods), this distinctive scent is the smell of oils in rocks and soil being released by moisture from the rain. Science has suggested that humans have an inherent affection…

  • Stories from the weave studio – May

    Into high summer The hedgerows are full, the cow parsley is billowing, and the fields are full of buttercups. There’s a sensation of motion, of being propelled into the full heat and vigour of summer. My allotment is full of weeds, which seem to grow at twice the speed of…

  • Stories from the weave studio – April

    Sand, rock, sea and sky Early April on the isle of Mull. The first time I’ve seen Mull so early in the year. The cuckoo is yet to arrive. The trees, clustered in sheltered spots and valleys, are still bare, revealing their secrets, and the landscape lies wide open. Ever…

  • Stories from the weave studio – March

    Vernal With the vernal equinox last week, spring has well and truly arrived. Although the temperatures here in The Hague are still chilly, my garden has burst into life with bulbs pushing through to the light, daffodils dancing on the fresh north-westerly wind, and the shrubs and trees alight with…

  • Stories from the weave studio – February

    New growth The 1st of February, St Brigid’s Day, Imbolc, marks the beginning of spring in the natural calendar, and on that day, it did feel as if there was indeed a perceptible lightness in the air, the earth was beginning to stir with life, and the birds were noticeably…