Showing posts with label fabrics. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fabrics. Show all posts
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Desertbag
The Bedouin, always being on the move through the desert, sometimes leave things behind untill they come along again,
it's out of respect for one another,the Bedouin don't touch something left by another Bedouin, sometimes
things wait quite a while before being picked up again, but then again time in the desert has its own rythm ...
This bag hangs here already quite a while I was told...it's a pretty thought that the bag waits and waits ,
no hurry, it will be picked up when needed....
lovely loyal bag
Saturday, November 5, 2011
the story of the dress that became a cushion
Too much icecream can have consequences, but then again...
one never has enough cushions....!
and anyway its fun making them...so on we go...
one never has enough cushions....!
and anyway its fun making them...so on we go...
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Fabrics of the desert
So I was this privileged to spent some time in the Sinaidesert with the amazingly kind and wise Bedouins and I was taken away by the beauty of their fabrics .... used everyday, needed for protection, to sit on, to carry essentials, made of cotton, of goathair, camelhair or sheephair
A tent, made of goathair
These fabrics give shelter , whether it is a very warm desertday or a very cold desertnight... ...
that's why the Bedouins make them and carry them with them as they move on through the desert again and again...and again
and a rug, made of camelhair
I took my fabric into the desert and worked on it... filled it with words of the desert ... and now that I am home again my fabric carries the memories of it.
A tent, made of goathair
These fabrics give shelter , whether it is a very warm desertday or a very cold desertnight... ...
that's why the Bedouins make them and carry them with them as they move on through the desert again and again...and again
and a rug, made of camelhair
I took my fabric into the desert and worked on it... filled it with words of the desert ... and now that I am home again my fabric carries the memories of it.
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