One Saturday morning in July while I was staying at my Mother's home I received a phone call and surprise invitation to come along to an informal small workshop.. to meet a lady who had recently returned from a workshop with India Flint in Melbourne!! I was blown away... I myself was introduced to the work of India Flint only a few months earlier by an artist friend of mine Lyn. So I jumped at the chance.
Our class was held at a Kindergarten, so we sat on very small chairs and tables quite close to the ground... I think my inner child was thrilled with that ... I was given so many joyful moments just sitting and glancing around the room and out into the gardens and play areas ... little people's touches had been everywhere... and the result was a creative collaboration of childhood innocence and memories in the making.
Here are some pictures of a little bit of dying I did... I found the old silk scarf at the local op shop for 50c.
we placed a whole bunch of things onto the fabric then rolled it up tightly on a stick... then put that in a large pot to boil. I beleive it was a stainless steel pot with an axe head in the pot too. (the material of the pot and what you place in the water all has an effect on changing the result of the natural dying process).
Red onion rings, brown onion skins, red rose petals, hydrangea flowers, tree bark, red cabbage (which made blue markings) gum leaves (silver dollar tree) lavender flowers with their stalks, a little bit of wattle... and some dribblings of vinegar on some parts as this changes the colour result too, where it touches.
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