ticket number 2

a little while ago [it seems like months but was only January 9] i asked my readers to supply a few pearls of wisdom to my whirled. in return i would put all the names into a hat and then pull a name out. that person would receive a hand-felted ecoprint gift.

luckily i pulled out a second name...as the original winner, Suzan, hasn't written to claim her prize. i guess not everybody wants such objects.

the second name [as Martha in her role of scrutineer will confirm] was that of my dear friend Rachelle who lives here in Aotearoa [where i have been for the past two weeks].

if only i had brought said object with me, just in case!

Suzan, i hope nothing untoward has happened in your life and that it's merely a personal aversion to felt that has stopped you replying....and Rachelle, i'll be posting a parcel to you next week - providing i can overcome the battle of the suitcases and get my abundance of thrift store materials packed and on to that plane for the land of Oz...

and in case you were wondering why the post opened with a dog picture? that's Mollie, who [along with baby Knuckles] joined us for the week.

we run a pretty flexible ship....here's Mollie [below] enjoying some cuddle-time on our last field trip for the week, when we visited a beautiful local garden and dyed our cloth maps with windfalls [AND were treated to morning tea which grew topsy-like into lunch]

one of the conversations during the week touched on the subject of masterclasses. although i do have an MA - which, in the absence of being qualified by a Guild as a Master would, I imagine,  permit me to conduct such things - i choose not to label my classes as such.

i'll confess to having thought about it...but i'd rather keep the door open to anyone who wants to learn about plant dyes than put up a virtual wall and keep a percentage of potential participants out, if you see what i mean.

these past two weeks i've had several participants who might not have come had the course been labelled a masterclass [which it could well have been, as 'mapping country' is pretty challenging]...but it's been those not directly from textile backgrounds who have brought other wonderful skills to class and very kindly shared them. 

these coupled with long-standing textile practitioners in a range of specialisations, along with polytech students on summer 'holiday' and workshop students who have been in my classes before [some several times!] have made the past two weeks absolutely fantastic. 

a highlight of the second class was Rachelle discovering hitherto undocumented colours [so far as i can tell] -  glorious pinks and rich reds from the leaves of an indigenous New Zealand plant - but i'll let her tell you more about that [if she wants to]

edgewater sewing circle

today it's the day of the wandering sewing circle...which begins quietly in the morning-fresh classroom, develops the odd ripple and bubble over lunch and finally arrives in a fairly effervescent state [except perhaps for the recumbent figure behind the central gorse-bush] at Edgewater Park on the Waikanae River.

we use river pebbles tucked into the work as guides to stitch patterns adding richness and texture to the surface of our cloth maps.

  

much later, in the Wellington Botanic Gardens i stitch happily in the looming dark, listening to wild banjo music under the ghostly fingers of the tall trees... 

mapping country at kapiti

we began mapping country today under benevolent skies, taking mindful walks with concertina-folded pages, collecting marks at trig points determined variously by birdsong, distant dogbarks, the triumphant crowing of the pompous rooster next door or just the song that was playing in brainspace at the time.

each participant had their own system for wandering and stopping - all wandered in the same area, but each sheet of collected marks turned out quite differently...

and today for the first time ever we had a boy in our midst! not only the first male student but also the youngest ever...

replenishing the soul...

at the conclusion of last week's EcoColour workshop i was packing my gear when my attention was distracted by the sound of sprinklers clicking away....on the astro-turf at the Kapiti Bowling Club. 

words fail me.

in my somewhat stunned state i wandered in the direction of Wellington and on the way was lured off the beaten path by Rachelle and Cleo

who took me to Titahi Bay and to Aunt Daisy's fabulous boatshed caff where we drank cocoa-chili tea...which was very good indeed. but when i asked where one could buy said tea the answer was non-committal. later i searched the street where rumour had it the Purveyor of Tea might be found, but no luck. grrr. it's a bit far to dash down to Aunt Daisy's when one is teaching class at Kapiti!

here's some of the wallpaper in the ablutions block...

after that pleasant diversion we went for a lovely walk on the beach and then back to Rachelle's house where her beloved was minding Cleo's brood and wee Knuckles [if you've been following Rachelle's blog you'll be au fait with all this!]

i was given a small sleepy armful [Knuckles] for extended auntie time while being shown the many dyed treasures that Cleo and Rachelle had been producing.  after that we shared fish and chips and then Rachelle [bless her] took me off to Trash Palace. every town should have one.

this [above] is the magical view from Trash Palace...and this [below] is what it looks like...

at Trash Palace treasures were found and acquired. Knuckles slept soundly despite the squeals of delight.

waking in Welly on the next day i pootled off to Te Papa Museum to visit one of my favourite paintings. actually tis a series of 8 paintings, the Northland Panels, by Colin McCahon.

McCahon and his contemporary Doris Lusk are two artists who seem to have really come to grips with the astonishing landscapes of Aotearoa New Zealand.

i went back several times over the weekend to gaze at the Northland Panels. the image doesn't do them justice - hanging in the museum, casting shadows on the wall they're absolutely marvellous.

precious little

it's been an interesting week...we've made some lovely samples and had some delightful excursions. 

yesterday we visited the Nikau forest, for a mindful windfall walk collecting windfalls found within arms reach at node points in the walk. these nodes are determined by each individual so it means that although 12 people walked through this forest and 12 samples were made, each of these samples was different. it's a matter of choosing when to stop...at the end of the verse of your favourite song playing in headspace? the next time you hear a birdcall? counting to tweny? [that one's a last resort] 

today we went to the Waikanae River where we collected exotic weeds, bundling them in cloth around river stones and giving them a  good soak before taking them back to the studio to be steamed. which brings me to my point. the Waikanae River seemed extraordinarily low to me.

looking around the Kapiti community i don't think i've seen a single house with a rainwater tank.

in a country with such clean air [well at least during the non coal burning months] and documented rainfall  of 977 - 1091 mm per year this is frankly astounding. 

instead here on the Kapiti Coast the Waikanae River is pumped into pipes so that water flows into sinks and baths when taps are turned on. 

but think about this. the Kapiti Campus buildings of Whitireia Polytechnic offer at least [and this is based on an estimation of the roof area] 

(12 x 90 x 2) + (2 x 12 x 30) square metres of roof catchment area. maths ain't my strong point but multiply this by the potential rainfall and that's a pretty substantial puddle.

if that resource were stored in concrete tanks instead of being diverted into the stormwater system it could supply the campus easily. AND we'd have brighter colours in the dyepots!

if every new house here were required to install rainwater tanks then the river wouldn't run out and they wouldn't have to pump out the groundwater. keep going at this rate and they'll be in the same pickle that we are in across the ditch.

go figure.

brilliant beauty [though i say it myself]

ooh and aah seem to be the predominant noises we're hearing in this workshop. the colours from plants seem to be particularly brilliant here on the Kapiti coast. somehow the combination of climate, soil, flora and water conspire to send forth jewel-like brilliance...

above, a bark sample on an old wool blanket, made by a student

a bundle on wool gabardine, by another student

and those last three, details of a fragment of merino jersey, dyed by your correspondent...

more bundled magic

you'd be forgiven for thinking this image was taken in Mexico...but no, it's actually New Zealand. i'm back across the ditch teaching summer school and [bliss] it's raining! 

my hosts [Whitireia Polytechnic] have kindly accommodated me in supremely comfortable digs at the seaside in Raumati so mornings and evenings are elevated by delightful tramps along the beach - where treasures await the dyer. beautifully polished driftwood in bite-size lumps, just right for wrapping dye bundles...seashells for use in a version of itajime shibori...and of course an abundance of seawater, an excellent mordant for cotton t-shirts 

each little bundle will unfold to reveal the alchemical magic of plant dyes, all without using aggressive adjunct mordants - just simple substances like ash, seawater, soymilk and a bit of vinegar in association with found metals and reactive pots that help to influence the dyebaths...

and the winner is...

thanks everybody for your delightful pearls of wisdom...in the midst of packing to leave for Aotearoa [at the crack of dawn in about 3 and a half hours time] i've indulged in a little procrastination by writing all your names on a piece of paper, tearing it into bits, scrunching them and putting them into a handy hat.

i pulled one out...and it says Suzan...

so if Suzan would care to email me her postal address, i'll pop the ecoprint merino scarflet [the one on the right] into the mail for her. it's hand-felted using 14 micron merino then ecoprinted with Eucalyptus cinerea 

mezmaja[at]gmail[dot]com   will find me...

pearls

it's suddenly dawned on me that it's nearly a year since i began this lark...storytelling in fluffy space...and so i thought i'd celebrate by giving someone else a present.

there's a catch though...first you'll have to read some pearls [possibly of wisdom] and then you'll have to contribute a few of your own.

post a pearl in the comments and on January 14th [South Australian time....so that'll be the 13th for you Statesiders] Martha-muu will help me to pick a lucky-dip winner from the hat [felt, of course]

i'll then post the name of the winner, who will have to supply me with their postal address so that i can send them an eco-print surprise... a present from the Prophet of Bloom.

so here goes

"never chase men or trams...there'll be another along in five minutes" -  Grandma

"a little dirt never hurt anybody and besides, it keeps you warm" - my favourite Auntie

"a little of what you fancy does you good" - British actress Joan Collins [i apply this theory to chocolate although i suspect Ms Collins applies it to other amusements as well]

"i'd rather dye regretting something i've done than something i hadn't done" - my youngest child [then aged 14 and still a fount of wisdom]

"save the planet, it's the only one with chocolate" - some bright but nameless soul

"knowledge is the realisation the tomato is a fruit. wisdom is not putting it in the fruit salad" - my son

"a change is as good as a feast" - me

so there you are...and now it's your turn. post me your pearls in the comments and who knows, you may find yourself the lucky dip winner of an eco-printed textile object...which i'll be making this coming weekend...