for years now I've tried growing poppies, but they don't like the heavy clay we have here
hasn't stopped me trying;-)
a stray seed must have blown onto this unpromising mound of sand and decided to bring me a smile this Summer
I have moved away from working solely in cloth, feeling an incredible Freedom to do as I please and continue to mix my media, whereby earthy elements converge into altar-like pieces
bone cloth family-silver feather glass glue grass ink lino-print mycelium paint paper shell thread wood zinc
'so much happening here on our dike/er gebeurt zoveel hier bij onze dijk'
an amazing sight to see, growing on mixture of coffee grounds and chopped eucalyptus
my best mycelium experiment so far: frame made from reclaimed drawer and two glass panes found at nearby glass dumpster;
in between: roof thatching remnants from neighbour's house, home-grown mycelium, agar-agar.
I made this piece May 26 and these images are from June 7
it's like a slice of the underground world!
I'm flattered you consider me a cloth-person, personally I don't as I came late to it in life & have no 'fabric-background'.....I have always loved wood & natural materials, admiring from afar others who made objects including all kinds of materials....after dabbling for so long now I took the plunge into waters unknown and exciting;-)
I must add that that is a lovely quote: seeing the landscape as a living place.....
I find it very moving
there are so many images of my 'garden-landart' and the mycelium experiments, I will bore you all in a later post with these, chuckle chuckle;-))
oh, and I LOVE the term 'EarthAltar'....a series of these perhaps.....
wonders of found things
the mycelium....will it run out of Space, as in living space
at some point? I realize how little i know...
am glad to find you here today....Thank you, Love,
the mycelium will grow until it runs out of food, might become dormant...sort of....am curious to see what happens Grace
problems with poppies here as well, just working on the soil now.
eternally tilling the soil, serves us right for having left paradise;-)