Route des Arts , 42 Rodgers , Gore

Atelier Bloomfelt is joining the Route des Arts in Argenteuil , Quebec

The butterflies like my felts.

Come and visite 15-23 july, 2017

 

is it true?, is it kind?is it necessary?

Whatever our souls are made of yours and mine are the same.

EMILY BRONTE

memories of Chile

The world is a place where the extraordinary can sit just beside the ordinary with the thinnest of boundaries.

JODI PICOULT

voice of the soul

“Our soul’s voice reveals our deepest wisdom and our deepest wounds, which is why unleashing our soul’s voice is often our deepest desire and our deepest fear. We ache to be self-expressed, to be authentic, to totally let ‘er rip and yet we are terrified of being that vulnerable, that raw, that real. So we edit, shape or even shut up our unique soul’s voice in order to be accepted, successful, and even loved. But deep down in our bellies, where our power burns the brightest, we know we cannot be of service, we cannot be free, we cannot truly come alive if we aren’t sharing the truth of who we are.” – Sera Beak

If you love something, you let it go

The sublime assurance that although everything we love – people, places, possessions – can and likely will eventually be taken from us, the radiant vestiges those loves leave in the soul are permanently ours, and this is the only permanence we’ll ever know.

Patti Smith ,M-train

We want things we cannot have. We seek to reclaim a certain moment, sound, sensation. I want to hear my mother’s voice. I want to see my children as children. Hands small, feet swift. Everything changes. Boy grown, father dead, daughter taller than me, weeping from a bad dream. Please stay forever, I say to the things I know. Don’t go. Don’t grow.

Nothing can be truly replicated. Not a love, not a jewel, not a single line.

Mélusine

I have been working very hard for more than two months to create “Mélusine”.

She is 3 meters long and has 596 openings.

To make it all happen, I received some weeks of assistance from one of my students.

Thanks for your generosity,  Tinie!

It took 8 days to felt it completely…..

She seems to belong to the water.

Melusine is a figure of European folklore, a feminine spirit of fresh water in a sacred spring or river. She is usually depicted as a woman who is a serpent from the waist down (much like a mermaid)

felting-melusine

melusine-front

No story can contain you

beyond all that pain has taught

me, the soft well at the base of

time has opened, and life

touching me there

has turned me into a flower

that prays for rain. Now

I understand: to blossom

is to pray, to wilt and shed

is to pray, to turn to mulch

is to pray, to stretch in the dark

is to pray, to break surface

after great months of ice

is to pray, and to squeeze love

up the stalky center toward the

sky with only dreams of color

is to pray, and finally to unfold

again as if never before

is to be the prayer.

Mark Neposwann-before-house