In the city studio - wide open space, vaulted ceiling of iron girders - we sat in the swimming pool on polished boards large looms of solid wood, thick, wrought with iron were plaited with warps and tapestry flowing from the pliant hands of weavers it was very quiet as we worked - a single opportunity to be here where the master weavers are I left with a tiny seascape and a sunset to be framednext poem