The Seven Sisters have gone for a frosty morning sail
One of the most common questions I get about my work is "Can I touch?". Nothing pleases me more, because it means the viewer is engaged in the textures and natural colors of the sculpture. And the answer is YES! Please touch these wooly sails, walk among them, breath in their wet animal smell in the dewey mornings, watch the frost melt off as the sun warms them, watch the wind activate the sails in the lightest of breezes, as they look like they are breathing. In the afternoon high wind watch them dance in unison, and as the evening winds slow, experience the sails settling into the evening. Tonight I will be watching the sails glow in an almost full moon.
My material choice of raw wool collected from local farms started out as purely selfish. Wool is heavenly to work with, forgiving in nature as I learned different felting techniques. The tufts, curls and colors of different sheep breeds provides the shadow and contrast as the sun filters through the sails. It is a material that is not manufactured, cleaned or stripped of it's original form. This is important as I contemplate the human use of animals as commodity. The pink sweaters I wear are unrecognizable from wool that comes off the sheep. The chicken legs for dinner look nothing like chickens at the farms I visit. It is of these things that I thought of as lanolin from wool covered my hands as I felted Pleiades.