‘Art is a Space of Encounter for People to Experience their Own Poetic Soul’

Ruchama Hoed

Many ‘threads’ have crossed as a result of my desire to connect my purposeful ‘dots’. My search for meaning always invites me forward, personally, professionally& internationally.

In 2008 I graduated from the Goldsmiths College’ Visual Art Textiles dept. in London, bringing my background in Theater, Contemporary Dance, Humanistics & Hat making, full circle with the universe of possibilities that is Textiles.

Questions such as ‘how do I ‘weave’ meaning into this unique existence? What enlightens me, you, us? What enlivens us?’ drive me to explore the monumentality of nature & the mystery of existence, as my reason for making art. As existentialist Gabriel Marcel interprets the metaphysical reach of human freedom in terms of the capacity and responsibility of individuals to make themselves “available” to the mystery of their participation in creation, I am ‘responding to the appeal of the great “Thou”. Intertwining the beauty of connecting people, places, cultures, thoughts, emotions and inspiration… as a way to express myself & remember our essence. I love Celebrating the Multifaceted Mystery of Existence that Lights Us up from Within.

And so I weave ways to capture life’s movement through me, I dedicate time to distill my inspiration into the abstraction of Essence in form and as I AM …

I enjoy weaving my life visible! May you Enjoy my journey too …

Feel free to contact me! *

Chapeau!
Ruchama <3

Weaving silk in Torre Guinigi

Weaving silk in Torre Guinigi

making life visible...

making life visible…

Silk-weaving

Silk Flower woven by Ruchama Hoed

Ru weaving in Friesland

Ru weaving in Friesland

Ru & CastleLoom in Tuscany

Ru & CastleLoom in Tuscany

I Weave Your Name on the Loom of My Mind

I weave your name on the loom of my mind,
To make my garment when you come to me.
My loom has ten thousand threads
To make my garment when you come to me.
The sun and moon watch while I weave your name;
The sun and moon hear while I count your name.
These are the wages I get by day and night
To deposit in the lotus bank of my heart.

I weave your name on the loom of my mind
To clean and soften ten thousand threads
And to comb the twists and knots of my thoughts.
No more shall I weave a garment of pain.
For you have come to me, drawn by my weaving,
Ceaselessly weaving your name on the loom of my mind.

— Kabir