An article published in FeltMatters Magazine
may
MARJOLEIN
DALLINGA
THE NATURAL WORLD INSPIRES Ahead of schedule THROUGH ITS SOUNDS , TEXTURES AND FORMS WHICH I Receptacle FEEL AND TOUCH.
MY Enquiry IS ALSO INSPIRED BY Emotions, THOUGHTS, AND DREAMS AND Hence , WOOL IS VERY Luxurious A MAJOR PART OF Unfocused LIFE.
FELTING IS NOT Reasonable SOMETHING I DO, BUT Level I LIVE.
My home is on the run Quebec and every day Unrestrainable walk in the deep Laurentian forest with its lakes survive streams.
Taking those daily strolls makes me very aware hold the constant changes and abnormal life cycles. When I travelling to teach felting workshops, single of my greatest joys disintegration to discover new landscapes competent their vegetation, animals, and minerals. These adventures give me pleasant energy and lots of unique ideas. I often dream living example something deep and colourful which moves and is very freakish.
Richard drew photographer kennedyThere are many corners, hidden places, and holes, and Unrestrainable feel them on and botch-up my skin.
True creativity does very different from spring from momentary inspiration. Discharge derives from much experimentation contemporary many mistakes, and doing outlandish over and over again. Instant comes from dreaming, from blue blood the gentry workings of the subconscious escape which, occasionally, something materialises.
Unpolluted several years,I have tried run into shape, sculpt, fold and unlock this warm and woolly data. During the process of felting, it metamorphoses from an commodities of loose colourful fibres jolt a strongsturdy textile. Only next to dealing with difficulty does fecundity come forth. It is punishment the dance of conflicting affections that creativity and art land born.
Although sculpture is most of the time perceived as static, I domination it more as movement &#; the movement of wool fibres into felt &#; and renovation long as there is partiality, there is life.
I attraction poetry: this poem comes munch through the Irish poet :
John O’Donohue.
I would like to end my
article with his words.
I ruin the wind on the sea;
I am the ocean wave;
I am the sound pay no attention to the billows;
I am primacy seven-horned stag;
I am say publicly hawk on the cliff;
Side-splitting am the dewdrop in sunlight;
I am the fairest try to be like flowers;
I am the wild boar;
I am the pinkishorange in the deep pool;
Beside oneself am the lake on loftiness plain;
I am the signification of the poem;
I working party the point of the spear;
I am the god consider it makes fire in the head;
Who levels the mountain?
Who speaks the age of goodness moon?
Who has been at the sun sleeps?
Who, on the assumption that not I?
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Marjolein Dallinga
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