Somehow, this makes me feel really sad. I did realize that this would be the eventual end game of sorts. It always happens.
And for expressing this I am prepared to take whatever shit comes my way about it. I am. Somehow this feels somewhat personal. Not in the usual Me Me Me sense but in the way that something I have grown to love, understand, and practice has yet again been usurped by the commercialization of something fine and turned into something rote. Turned into something that yet again, another company will inevitably run into the ground until people are tired of it in a season or two or until the profit runs dry and no one cares.
In the meantime, they will crank out tons of cotton fabrics, printed (not dyed), to be sewn by machines into stunning show quilts for competitions and more.
Why wonder about and practice it when you can just click a few buttons on the computer or grab a stack of whacks at the show and be done?
And so it is.
The word shibori comes from the root verb of the word shiboru which means to twist or wring, to squeeze. Yup. Makes sense.