Hellena Post - Creatrix
I've tried on so many uniforms and badges that now I'm just me - mother of 8 children and all that entails, flowmad, and human animal parent. Writer of this living book of a blog, philosopher, and creatrix of hand dyed and spun crocheted wearable art. I gave up polite conversation years ago, and now I dive into the big one's.....birth, sex, great wellness, life, passion, death and rebirth.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
I've been really getting into writing about birth and our phobia's around it all, but all of that's for another blog. More personally, I've been realising for the first time ( this is only my 5th baby!) how birth is meant to be painless. But just lately I realised that even saying painless is still focusing on pain, so I changed that thought to easy, comfortable and orgasmic!! Just think about it. We're mammals!! How many other mammals have horrific and fraught births?? Why should we?? How would we have survived evolutionarily if it was so horrible?? Surely there must be benefits?? But I've digressed. This isn't my birthing blog which I haven't created yet, this is my beggining to selling my wares and my theories online blog.
So believe it or not, even while all this is going on, I'm still making making making, creating new ideas and beautiful mohair creations, luscious wraps and folds to lay near your skin. Seductive fringes that move with your rhythms. I keep trying to get around to making more felted creatures, but truth be told, I think I'm preventing myself from making them, because I can't bear the thought of selling them. I find them so personal and 'birthed' and part of me, that to sell them is almost like selling my children. I did sell one, and I've never stopped regretting it.
No matter how much I try to fit my passion and art into the box of 'things to sell', I never manage to be very good at it. I can never make another of something because 'it will sell'. I try, I really do! But the inner rebel and passionate artist always ends up yelling "I'm not a factory!!" and it invariably turns into something completely unique and quirky.
Anyway, here it is. My latest offering to the goddess of creativity.
7 balls of hand-spun, hand-dyed mohair from my favourite breeder, and two different dyepots. The body of the wrap is one dyepot, and the fringe another. Rather clever use of different sized hooks to shape it, and a suprising collar when wrapped in a certain way. Shown off by my beautiful Currawong in our backyard garden. You may notice the spiderweb I've put in a tree.