evidence of a hare-eating wild snail
|still lots to do here (sigh) feel kind of stuck|
I got impatient: after three weeks of solar-dyeing I unfolded the three strips of fabric, that held the rose petals and stems I brought back with us from Morocco (a farewell token on our last evening in the resort, so instead of chucking the roses in the bin where I imagine most of them ended up, I wrapped mine in a tissue and they traveled back home in my toilet bag); the rose petals were frozen before being wrapped in the cotton: India Flint's ice-flower technique. The blues in the middle piece are from the stems and leaves, there was nothing else in the water apart from the elastic bands holding the bundle together (or if there was I cannot remember) all fabrics were soy-mordanted
growing and already so elegant, I love his shiny black fur; he is a curious dog, playful and very cuddly
another good result from the solar dyes: a strip of coin clamped moons, again started off with cold water and here of course the metal of the coins and the clamp produce colour together with time; I might have added old tea or an avocado peel to the water, again I forget, ugh the dyeing process is an intuitive thing for me, rather than an organised pursuit...I do like that about India Flint's book (not that her work isn't organised, structured and far better researched! but it has an amazing intuitive quality to it as well, an openness to all kinds of experiments)
the photo's below were added after having read and commented on Marti's and Grace's comments
I saw the puddle, clear water, why did I notice? and then decide to take a picture, from being stuck I became unstuck on this walk; vague ideas of what I wanted to do became distinct images and I could suddenly see where I was heading, Grace.......
I stood at a particular point where I often just stop and look at the fields; this evening I took 4 photo's: of the fields to the north, the path facing west and east and the bridge, which takes me across a 'vliet' back into the trees, along another route back home - I like to imagine I was standing there as Marti placed her comment