I have so many ideas for images, this is one of them, it is a chicken wire armature packed with Norwegian wool then needlefelted Icelandic, Finnish and Portland wools. It is surprisingly light and flexible enough to sit atop a head.
This shoot was deeply satisfying, we bought fabrics for backdrops, worked out the make up and set up the shoot all in a few hours. It unexpectedly became a wig, a dolphin, it told stories of historical Japanese ladies, with hints of Amadeus for good measure. I hope to recycle it into another piece when it’s lived for a while.
This little horned wolf cub hat is a pint sized wild thing, beautiful Scandinavian wools with soft Blue faced Leicester wools for comfort. This will fit an average toddler sized head and offer animally ear protection from any weathers. It is looking to go off and explore the world so look out for a giveaway over on my Facebook page in a day or so…
I think there’s an inner colour riot going on inside me as I’ve made ten vibrant crowns so far this year. Maybe it’s a reaction to the heavy rain? January days are so short, but the light is soft, diffused and great for photography at 4 o’clock in the afternoon. This is a merino wool wine and red open topper, the only one which fits over all that hair. 🙂
Last month’s full moon was bright in an inky fast moving sky. I like to gather with some of my closest friends to celebrate, if I’m not sitting on my own soaking it in somewhere. I sat with friends in a circle of young birch trees and we sang to her as she peeped out here and there. Earlier that same day we were in the sea at Mattiscombe, it was warm and quiet. This hat was born the next day to honour this amazing time between light and dark, languid warm and nipping cold.
I have always been drawn to art forms and architecture using the fibonacci sequence as a guide. It is everywhere in the natural world, from petals to shells to bee populations. When humans discovered this they opened a door to wonder, connectivity and an ability to harness the maths of the universe. When sculpting a spiral on a hat I will work to those proportions as they feel organic, they are the most pleasing to the eye and geometrically interesting. The hats move and shift their shapes so it’s not an exact science but I know their starting place.
It’s not just measurements. I’m working on an Autumnal piece with lots of leaves and I’m driven to make things in bunches of threes, fives and eights. I’m not sure if it’s intuition or compulsion!
Wild gypsy September suntanned and gold flecked,
Loiters on the hedgerows with their berries all bedecked,
Lovely her garments of purple and flame,
She steals the summer blossoms, uses them in game,
The swallows heed the warning and hasten then to fly,
For treachery lurks in the deep dark depths of her eyes…
This is my mum’s poem, one of my favourites, my dear friend Louise read it at my mum’s funeral five Septembers ago. It calls to me today.
The hat is called ‘Berries and Cherries.’
August is a month between worlds, the zesty vigour of summer growth mellows and pauses before life forces dwindle and make their winter beds, Autumn demands new purpose but for now there is still a warm lightness, a richer sunset and tall ripe grasses. This crown was born in August and celebrates sunniness.