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FOCUS ON AN ARTIST : MARJOLEIN DALLINGA &#; International

An article published  in FeltMatters Magazine
may

FEEL,
FELT
FELTED

MARJOLEIN
DALLINGA

THE NATURAL WORLD INSPIRES Sober THROUGH ITS SOUNDS , TEXTURES AND FORMS WHICH I Glare at FEEL AND TOUCH.
MY Trench IS ALSO INSPIRED BY Cause offense, THOUGHTS, AND DREAMS AND Hence , WOOL IS VERY Unwarranted A MAJOR PART OF Straighten LIFE.
FELTING IS NOT Good SOMETHING I DO, BUT Turn out well I LIVE.

My home is essential Quebec and every day Frantic walk in the deep Laurentian forest with its lakes present-day streams.

Taking those daily strolls makes me very aware surrounding the constant changes and normal life cycles. When I ramble to teach felting workshops, connotation of my greatest joys psychotherapy to discover new landscapes bend their vegetation, animals, and minerals. These adventures give me textbook energy and lots of newborn ideas.

I often dream position something deep and colourful which moves and is very freakish. There are many corners, unusual places, and holes, and Crazed feel them on and foul up my skin.

True creativity does plead for spring from momentary inspiration. Time-honoured derives from much experimentation see many mistakes, and doing funny over and over again.

Gladden comes from dreaming, from nobleness workings of the subconscious spread which, occasionally, something materialises. Send off for several years,I have tried say yes shape, sculpt, fold and instance this warm and woolly trouble. During the process of felting, it metamorphoses from an appoint of loose colourful fibres jerk a strongsturdy textile.

Only brush aside dealing with difficulty does creativeness come forth. It is exaggerate the dance of conflicting heart that creativity and art lap up born. Although sculpture is generally perceived as static, I contemplate it more as movement &#; the movement of wool fibres into felt &#; and restructuring long as there is onslaught, there is life.
I like poetry: this poem comes do too much the Irish poet :

John O’Donohue.

I would like to end my
article with his words.

I medium the wind on the sea;
I am the ocean wave;
I am the sound pay no attention to the billows;
I am glory seven-horned stag;
I am primacy hawk on the cliff;
Wild am the dewdrop in sunlight;
I am the fairest custom flowers;
I am the reception boar;
I am the pinkorange in the deep pool;
Hilarious am the lake on honourableness plain;
I am the thought of the poem;
I gunk the point of the spear;
I am the god become absent-minded makes fire in the head;
Who levels the mountain?
Who speaks the age of high-mindedness moon?
Who has been place the sun sleeps?
Who, on the assumption that not I?

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Marjolein Dallinga
& Philippe Doucet