Scots Pine Sky No.4 - Shawl
Hand-dyed wrap-shawl in ultrafine linen and silk, 142cm x 142cm (second photo shows entire design of our featherweight blanket shawls), Brendan Joseph signature woven into lower right hand corner, giving visual interest when worn as a scarf, and invisible depending on how you wear it. Woven and Handmade in Ireland.
The nightsky forms an infinite expanse of deepest teal in the early hours before dawn. A chorus of songbirds, cuckoos, and the fluttering of leaves in the breeze...
Soaring before us are the splendid columns of gigantic Scots Pine, towering over oak and ash, as if holding up the sky.
Their distant canopies fan out like the spines of a dandelion clock. There’s comfort & safety in being small, like an ant going about its work, safe, harboured in his own little world, as in this moment, we are in ours.
Hand-dyed wrap-shawl in ultrafine linen and silk, 142cm x 142cm (second photo shows entire design of our featherweight blanket shawls), Brendan Joseph signature woven into lower right hand corner, giving visual interest when worn as a scarf, and invisible depending on how you wear it. Woven and Handmade in Ireland.
The nightsky forms an infinite expanse of deepest teal in the early hours before dawn. A chorus of songbirds, cuckoos, and the fluttering of leaves in the breeze...
Soaring before us are the splendid columns of gigantic Scots Pine, towering over oak and ash, as if holding up the sky.
Their distant canopies fan out like the spines of a dandelion clock. There’s comfort & safety in being small, like an ant going about its work, safe, harboured in his own little world, as in this moment, we are in ours.
Hand-dyed wrap-shawl in ultrafine linen and silk, 142cm x 142cm (second photo shows entire design of our featherweight blanket shawls), Brendan Joseph signature woven into lower right hand corner, giving visual interest when worn as a scarf, and invisible depending on how you wear it. Woven and Handmade in Ireland.
The nightsky forms an infinite expanse of deepest teal in the early hours before dawn. A chorus of songbirds, cuckoos, and the fluttering of leaves in the breeze...
Soaring before us are the splendid columns of gigantic Scots Pine, towering over oak and ash, as if holding up the sky.
Their distant canopies fan out like the spines of a dandelion clock. There’s comfort & safety in being small, like an ant going about its work, safe, harboured in his own little world, as in this moment, we are in ours.
