In the quiet after the Christmas rush, when everyone was on their way, I started to hook this landscape. Pulling the wool through linen is so satisfying–the colour and texture entertain part of my mind, while the rest wanders. This is my version of an island near our cottage. The craggy trees and vegetation stand heroically on the bald rock of the Canadian Shield. We are city-bound for much of the winter, but still visit the lake in memory.
I’m using a balance of wool, fleece and yarn in this piece. I’m determined to use what I have in the baskets in my studio. I want lots of variety for the sky and as I was hooking I thought of my stock of wool and cashmere sweaters, some perfectly felted and easy to run through the cutter. I’m going to add them to the sky and the water–I’ve piled some below. I’ll report back on how they worked out.