This hat has been a venture into new territory, it was really tricky with its combination of horns and ears. The horns are long so I have wired them, and had to needle felt them into the hat. I felted the ears and needle felted them on too. They flopped a little…
so I have stitched them. Maybe there is an easier way to make this, I like integrating horns without having to persuade them for hours… a stubborn beastie but the photos were fun in the golden evening light on the hill.
One huge finished piece of felt, a kilo of white wool and a lot of physical work. Kevicc students helped to create this banner inspired by the Dartington Deer Park logo. It ended up growing in size and taking on a life of its own. We didn’t have enough time to complete the wet felting process in the studio so I took it home to finish off and dry. So lovely to work in a studio at the Hex at Dartington, I love this little part of the world, it has sprung so much creativity, even since the college left, I’ve been to gigs, helped with Soundart Radio events and watched DAPA performances here. This deer was born here and is now on the estate somewhere…
There is an abundance of heady rich scented apple blossom at this time, busy with pollinators. Muted pinks, whites and crisp greens are enlivening, bringing lightness to match these gorgeous spring days. This pointed hat is strong, light and wispy, made with a blend of corriedale, Devon and Finnish wools. Green cheap wig. A big Thank you to Rufus who took the photos. I feel like something from the Wizard of Oz. 🙂
A beautiful Spring day in Devon, surrounded by vibrant fields, gentle shadows and brave warm sun. Not to be caught out like last year, I’ve already made a sharp yellow crown in anticipation of the bright fields emerging. I love the adventure of taking a piece of work out into the world to take photos. At this time of year everywhere is freshly unwrapped, luscious and fertile. We explored tiny lanes and wide yawning fields to find the right spot. This is a wrap around merino crown which can also be worn as a scarf.
Watchful crow, with a kingly crown,
wool and feathers of black, emerald and brown.
Born in the woods you have adventured around
Through Carn Brea and Wheal Kitty with the sky looking down.
Good day to you sir, how shiny you are
We’ve spied you a-watching from treetop far…
Bonkers busy workshops this year, there is a little crew of four of us and between us we create a good space to explore ideas, keep the fire in the kelly kettle going, the hot water topped up and help with the rubbing and rinsing. There are now familiar regulars who come every year hoping to build on an idea, there are brave people trying something big and tricky, mums rediscovering their creativity after years of being immersed in parenthood and children working away with their strong arms and patient hands.
We did some needle felting and broke every felting needle in the pot making little owl creatures. We made pictures, pouches, pods, bags with handles and plenty of flowers. There is definitely a subconscious colour choice that happens, some people’s work uncannily reflects the colours they are wearing.
I’m always amazed at how relaxing people find it, especially parents who may not always find time to play. I suppose I make felt so much I don’t always notice its capacity to de-stress. For us it was inspiring, rewarding and wonderful to be a part of an enchanting environment held beautifully by Rogue Theatre.
Everyone needs a man-cave in a hedge for hot water…
I hope to create beauty in the world. We need it. Not because the world isn’t beautiful enough as it is but because as creatures we have such a potential to embrace and inspire, share stories and be moved. The summer is alive with so much incredible stuff, bewitching scents and blossom, ever-changing lives and cycles. I’ve been making flowers for woolly hanging baskets and cauldrons, there are lots of tiny felted wire stalks and petals all waiting patiently to become a small part of a magical garden. They also work as hair adornments. These photos were a real joy, a burst of colour in the gaps between the rain.