This morning was time to get some felting done. But where to felt? The table in the studio was too low, the table in the yard was too high but the hood of the pick up truck looked just right!
So i got out the silk and the wool and pinned the loose wisps down with stones. Luckily the wool stuck pretty well to the silk and wasn’t all blown away in the breeze.
The hood was actually a bit too tall so felting was like rolling uphill. The wisps of wool on the blue silk made me think of the ocean. Of the islands of the West Coast of Scotland. Of imaginary Islands, of invisible islands – the books of Scottish writer Angus Peter Campbell comes to mind and ‘invisible Cities’ by Italo Calvino.
I’m not sure if it was the high iron content of the water or the non suds formula of Dr Bramers soap but with a sachet of Burts Bee’s shampoo to get a bit of a lather going – even if just for effect in the felting process.
After pinning out to dry I headed up to the studio to finish off the embellishment.
The blue silk appeared as an ocean as I stitched around the little islands of mohair locks. Stitching in circles little hills evolved stretching up in growing contours, leaving the valley floor behind. The scarf became a felt map with it’s own topography, it’s own landscape.
The ocean sparkled in the sun, these new lands of new islands will birth unfolding legends and mythology in felting stories to come.