Some hats are strange birds - manche Huete sind seltsame Voegel

Hundert Alte Huete - One Hundred Old Hats

Grosse Ereignisse werfen ihre Schatten voraus - am 19. Mai 2007, zur "Langen Nacht der Kunst', werden hundert alte Huete sich am Kirchplatz in Guetersloh versammeln, um dem Haus meines Urgrossvaters, der dort Hutmacher war, einen Besuch abzustatten - Besucher aus anderen Welten und Zeiten auf einer langen Reise von Erinnerungen.

Big events forecast their shadows - on May 19th 2007, for the "Long Night of the Arts", one hundred old hats will assemble at the Kirchplatz in Guetersloh/Germany to pay a visit to the house of my greatgrandfather who worked there as a hatmaker - visitors from different worlds and times on a long journey of memories.

The Gift

Living dangerously - Safety blanket

Who is the person behind the curtain holding the baby out of the window? This image reminds me of an incident not that long ago that made the headlines.

Hybrids

I am thinking about the hybridity of identity, of textile art, of practice-based research, and the feeling of never being quite one or the other of so many things.

Triptych

Such is the Power of Stories

Narrative Gaps

"My favorite marketing insight is this:

If people like buying your product, it's because its story helps fill in the narrative gaps in their own lives.
Human beings need to tell stories. Historically, it's the quickest way we have for transmitting useful information to other members of our species. Stories are not just nice things to have, they are essential survival tools.

And yes, the stories we tell ourselves are just as important than the stories we tell other people.

Ergo, marketing is not about selling. Marketing is figuring out where your product stands in relation to personal narrative.

So where does your product fit into other people's narrative? How does telling your story become a survival tool for other people? If you don't know, you have a marketing problem.

Narrative gaps. It's all about the narrative gaps."
http://www.gapingvoid.com/Moveable_Type/archives/003036.html

Domestic Duties

The Quest for Beauty and Cleanliness

Happy Memories Revisited - in anticipation of a colourful year ahead. Old stories turning into new ventures, old hats moving into new locations. 007 - the Bond year. Diamonds are forever.

Melancholia - memories of mortality. A weaving with black grass from the garden that will gradually dry, pale, become brittle, disintegrate. An allegory.

The other day I came across an old piece of work:
"Nightmare in Eastbourne - Where have all the Flowers gone?"
I still like it - and there are still nightmares in Eastbourne, especially at this dark and gloomy time of the year.