I decided to go for a hike on a mountain to clear my head and get some exercise. And so I did. I knew that the wind-gusts in the mountain were reaching 30 m/s = (meters per second) which is 58 knots or Beaufort 11, and that the prevailing wind was around 15m/sec . I only managed to hike 1/4 of the mountain and spent a lot of time just standing broad legged with head bent in order to not blow away.
I started off walking along the edge of the hill but soon I noticed that I could easily be blown off the edge. So I backed away to a safer distance. I was quite alright in the prevailing wind but it was clear that one had to be ready for the strong gusts. Walk with bent knees and legs well apart, be ready to bend and tighten my whole body. Of course the best option was to lie down on the slope and relax as I did indeed for a while.
The force of a wind is great and not to be underestimated. But there is nothing quite like it and I hope I will be able to represent the wind in a rag piece soon.
To experience the force of the wind on my own skin, face and fingers. The Force. Made my day.
I walked, ran, stumbled and bent on my way down the slope back to my shivering car, crossed the fjord to the village where I have been staying and spent the evening and early night listening to the wind rumbling around the house.
The wind my friend.
Weaving rag-rugs does not only require a loom and shuttles.
It requires scissors and a cutter. My newest tools are the left-hand scissors and cutter that I bought in Finland this summer. After having cut rags for 20 years my right hand wrist has been worn out so I figured out that I should start cutting with my left hand and then have 20 more years of cutting ahead of me and weaving. I guess I'll have to find an assistant when I am 70, who can cut my rags.
I also bought this handsome one eyed out-of-space creature or earthling-bacteria-like thing in Finland this summer, a cutter for cloth or rather rags in my case.
I can handle both tools now quite well, but it took a lot of concentration to get control of the left handed cutting. But I succeeded! Small victories in the tough world of Rag-rugs.
The latest piece is growing and I am getting very excited about cutting it loose from the loom, soon. Did you nootice all the oo's??
My latest Icelandic Goat propaganda posters. They look alike but one is in Icelandic and the other one in English.
I didn't realize that I enjoyed making things like this before I tried it. The reason was the annual Farmers Fair in Skagafjörður, N Iceland where I have been at a stall representing the goats, or actually the goats from the farm Keldudalur in Skagafjörður do the acutal representing of the goats, I am their spokes person, The kid on this poster is now a yearling and was at the show with her sisters, brothers and cousins and her mother too. She is not any more the cute little kid she was last year but not yet the elegant goat she will be. Can't remember her name but will find out somehow.
Anna María Lind, MA Textile Art Winchester School of Art.