janvier | 2012 | Bloomfelt

I am

I AM

I am the dolphin
who swims in the sea.
I am the dolphin
the dolphin is me.

I am the horse
who runs on the land.
I am the horse
And I understand.

I am the moon
who sits in the sky.
I am the moon
and sometimes I cry.

I am the nomad
who wanders alone.
And what of the nomad
where is my home?

Paul Bateman
Melbourne ,Australia

Long after the firefly had gone its trail of light kept moving across my cornea.
Its faint flicker kept dancing through the darkness of my closed eyes like a lost soul.
I raised my hand to touch the dark. But my fingers felt nothing. The little light stayed
its course just out of reach

translation from Dutch by Luc Matter from the novel » Norwegian woods »

Burning ring of fire

prayer by Marie Howe

Every day I want to speak with you. And every day
something more important
calls for my attention—the drugstore, the beauty products, the luggage

I need to buy for the trip.
Even now I can hardly sit here

among the falling piles of paper and clothing, the garbage trucks outside
already screeching and banging.

The mystics say you are as close as my own breath.
Why do I flee from you?

My days and nights pour through me like complaints
and become a story I forgot to tell.

Help me. Even as I write these words I am planning
to rise from the chair as soon as I finish this sentence.

World of Threads

The organization World of Threads has published an interview
about my work:
http://www.worldofthreadsfestival.com/artist_interviews/045_marjolein_dallinga.html
This site is worth looking at learn more about other international fiber artists!

Snow

« We all walk in shoes too small »
-Carl Jung-

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy evening- by Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound’s the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely,dark and deep.

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.

Skin is going to Hong Kong Arts Festival

My costume SKIN which I made for the Wearable Art Show in NZ (WOW) has been selected for the Hong Kong Arts festival Jan 28-Feb 5 th where the WOW presents a unique 70 minutes event displaying 124 garments from the WOW collection .
The show is made up from the » best of the best » sections from recent award shows and will involve 50 NZ cast and crew as well as Hong Kong models and dancers.