The process of weaving has a naturallity in it which makes it feel like a truly organic form. The relationship between the material and the structure, the even patterns, the space for it to change, it would feel as if it could adapt to circumstances even in its own limitations, just as a leaf could do, and even in those limitations, it would remain perfect as is. The way it is formed sprouts from the combination of material, and the relationship between them, with variables and motion, and static unchangeable elements, we could understand the process as a day in our lives or a plant growing in the soil, it moves in place and time, and we are movable variables.
It is then, no surprise to think that practicality and aesthetics merge without intent in this practice, since it comes from repetition, equal forces acting together, and a framework which creates a barrier between the pleasure of beauty and the mess of uncertainty, with the process even defining the use of color, contrast, and pattern, but broad enough to have uneven structures, and remain with the softness of synchrony.
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Alejandro Canela 