When I was young my mom made me a coat from wool fleece, thick and warm. She was a weaver but for this coat she used the same technique as she used for making wooly carpets. For the inside lining she used a black cotton with little red flowers.
My father warned my mom not to dress me differently than the other kids at school, so I did not wear it for long, just a short while. Grin, but alas the deed was done, I loved and love the raw feel of wool which suits my being so well.
I’ve always known the coat, in a small way, co-created me, this me, a human with all those different parts of me and maker of warm silent hiding spaces, the me with flowers on the inside.
For this shot for the Global burrow project, we made a couple of years ago, a friend took me to an ancient wood in the US where we found a fallen giant, feeder of fungi and little creatures and a heart filling hiding place for bigger creatures.
The Shearer send a message the other day, that he had good wool for me, perfect for a project I am working on. Wool from people who keep sheep as pets. ‘Just go to the barn and you will know immediately which bag it is.’ =)
and now for the first time in a fair bit my hands, body and space smell as if a herd of sheep took over ;) Soft and gorgeous and alive are these fleeces with stories of the field and area they live in.
It was of a dream you know this project, where you do things, make good things and no one gets hurt. Where you become a medicine woman.. that kind of dream.
Today was a bubble kind of day, a good day in which I mended the holes in my love’s felted house boots, made big jars full of sauerkraut and focussed on study .
I’ve been thinking lots about bubbles lately and where focus lies and how to best do what I do best and make those necessary positive vibe waves. I do believe in them vibes.
For now, I hope whoever reads this has a steady flow of bubbles in her or his life. Stay sane, stay afloat, stay strong my friend, you can do this. x
Elis Vermeulen 100andtwo
‘Are you seriously not staying here or could you at least look for another studio?’ someone asked when he came by and saw the amount of materials I still need to sort through. I tried explain its not the time yet for a new space bút time to leave and that looking at the huge body of my work made me wonder about my sanity (..and strength) too. I explained to him that my work just does not fold into neat little square boxes. =)
While not answering yet to strange and complicated questions about the next steps I keep getting, I enjoy this moving thing and this having to sort through things and noticing your heart jumping up, or hurting a little, when you see old pieces and deciding to move or loose them.
Detail of The Siblings
Life is, when you are able to think without them grown up restrictions, full of adventures and ideas.
Series. Restrictions aka Roly poly puddin’.
One thing about working, and especially working on these series, is that you are allowed to play. Often.
…it’s still work though.
But is perfect for if you suddenly feel the need to build a castle.. or a dragon..or play hide and seek, or make a gondola, just because you can, and float underneath a balloon over far away flowing land, over mountains and rivers and let the others know you are coming.
This fleece came from a milksheep closeby, an animal fed on grass often swept by sea winds. A soft fleece shorn by a young kind shearer.
The shot is made when the sun was going down, the colour of the room is typical for this time of day and year on the Northern hemisphere. The whole feel of the space, the light, the colour and the felt makes tha heart rate go down, makes tha breathe a bit deeper.
There is little to say about this piece, a whole part of this whole thought patterns process is only rather important to me innit? :) What I can say is that it was great to make and to see the colour, a plant dye, grow and seep into the material, exciting to see it attach and knowing when to stop. Perfection when I saw the wall we picked for the shot. :)