- Beautiful North Yorkshire, United Kingdom
- I am Jenny Pepper, feltmaker and lover of all things fibre... I have been feltmaking for 20 years, but creating all my life in one way or another. I exhibit my felt work and sell in galleries. I also offer occasional tuition near Scarborough, North Yorkshire, UK.
Monday, 20 December 2010
"Textiles on the Coast" is an exciting collaboration between three local artists,
Jenny Pepper, Marion Atkinson and Christine Heath. They will be exhibiting at the
Coast Gallery , Cloughton, which is an excellent venue for their work .It will
concentrate on the varied and dramatic aspects of the north east coast. Jenny's
inspiration is taken from the natural world and incorporates found objects and uses
natural fibres to create traditional and innovative feltmaking techniques. Marion's
work is influenced by the abstract qualities of found objects and results in highly
textured sculptural wall hangings. Christine's art is influenced by the changing
light and weather patterns and is based on layered and stitched fabrics , producing
abstract works and art - quilts.
Full details are on Coastival Web site
Tuesday, 14 December 2010
Monday, 15 November 2010
Looking forward to Saturdays workshop at the Dutch House Crayke near York. Dutch House
Saturday, 6 November 2010
Sunday, 26 September 2010
Warm red rust decor contrasting with brasses and metals. Studded elaborate doors.
Surprising interiors to simple exteriors. Cafe Arabe, a favourite place to eat on the rooftop with welcome cooling water sprays overhead.
The Square where we could co ordinate our routes to and from. Pink and low rise.
The city walls weathered with time, the holes which I thought were battlescars are in fact drilled for scafolding to repair when required.
The Mosque towering above the City. Planning rules do exist, nothing is to be higher than the tower of the Mosque.
Beautiful balconies hang from the buildings.
Cafe Arabes welcoming lanterns.
The palace corridor. White and pure, simple tiled flooring.
Everyday shopping for food deep in he Souk.
Jardin Marjorelles, an Oasis midst the hustle and bustle of the city.
Friday, 17 September 2010
he gave various little impromptu demonstrations of his magic dye that changed colour on contact. His hands were a very interesting shade.
These were just some of the many felt hats we saw. These in particular were well made and attractively coloured. A lot we saw in the Souks was a little less so.
The feltmakers at the Artisan Centre were all men and they sat crouched all day on stools at low tables in barefeet, rubbing with soap bars on the wool. I asked about the wool and was told it came from the mountains, it was fairly coarse and even when well felted there was a hairy finish to the surface. After a short chat in my poor french and mixed english, he handed me his business card.
Driving to the Atlas Mountains for a short trek we stopped at a pottery and tred carefully between the biggest collection I have ever seen.The footpath was broken pottery shards.
These were large urns, some with cut work others with lids.
This was their kiln ready and waiting to fire. There were 2 kilns, a traditional and a gas kiln. Apparently they supplied a lot of the market stalls in the Souks, the pots were not for sale to us, sadly.
I asked to take all photos of people we met, not everyone agreed, some were happy to. We respected that, so on the occasion we did a couple was all we felt we could take. These 3 men were warping a loom , the warping threads were extremly taught and yet most of their euipment was very homemade. There was a cycle wheel spinning wheel next to the loom.
In the mountains we came across men carving alabaster sat cross legged on the floor outdoors, but under a canopy, it was scorching hot. My son bought a camel, after a long , long, barter. I bought a bangle which was quite clearly yellow resin, very pretty, and I was very happy with it, but he insisted I had bought a beautiful Amber bracelet...
My next group of pictures is the beautiful architecture and interiors. It will probably take me another month to get round to it. Even though photos are digital and instant, organising takes me as long as it used to take me to stick photos in a holiday album! (truth be told, some old photos are still waiting to go in an album.)
Sunday, 15 August 2010
For as long as I can remember I have dreamt of visiting Marrakech, it conjoured up a mystical magical atmosphere, somehow out of reach. My special birthday arrived all too quickly, I was in a strange place, happy but sad, how time flies. My wonderful husband surprised me with a trip to Marrakech, I burst into tears, he didnt know why, but it was with joy not sadness. We arrived at the airport to be met by a driver and quickly were driven to the Medina. A member of staff met us on foot at the gateway to the Medina and helped carry our bags and guide us to the Riad. We were grateful he was there, it wasnt a journey to take alone, unguided in an unfamiliar maze of alleyways. We eventually wound our way throught the alleys and arrived at a darker alley below.
We stopped at the door and recognised the name on the brass plate which was highly polished in the dismal surroundings. I was thinking about where we were and what were we doing in this shady alley, what was behind the door? It was all booked over the internet, how trusting, but I think we all are in this evershrinking world of the web.
The door was opened and we were greeted by Fatima in her Jellabah looking so elegant and I breathed a sigh of relief as I started to take in our surroundings, it was breathtaking. Just as I always imagined a Riad to be.
We sat in the courtyard and drank mint tea, ate maccaroons with almonds and read trendy guides on Hip Marrakech. Music played in the background and rose petals adorned every surface.
The fabrics were gorgeous, yards and yards draped, flowing and wispy.
There were two courtyards with balconies around and rooms off the balcony through carved doorways. Steps in our suite led up to a tiled bathroom and sunken bath.
The bedroom was curtained and quite magical. Beautiful woven rugs on the floors and walls.
Our son had a second room within all to himself and there was a sitting area with a chess board, bowls of exotic nuts and dried fruit and fresh oranges daily. It was truly unlike anywhere I had ever visited before. Softly in the background we could hear the call to prayer. This was a magical way to celebrate.
More pics to follow, some textile related.
Sunday, 25 July 2010
I have collected my work now as the exhibition is over, but it is the starting point for a new body of work for a big exhibition early next year.
Tuesday, 13 July 2010
Anyway, I have listed some Beginners Felt Kits and may have a go at trying to list some hand dyed fibres later in the week.
On the down side I have just lost a filling whilst typing this and eating an ice cream! Yet another dentist visit. Whilst at Woolfest I cracked my front tooth and lost the corner of it when I got home. I'm just falling apart.
Tuesday, 29 June 2010
I have been invited to lead a workshop at a wonderful new venue at The Dutch House Crayke near York/Easingwold, North Yorkshire on Sunday 12th September. The workshop will be a bit different in that you will learn two techniques in one day. During the morning we will make a small bag and in the afternoon we will make a small vessel. Cecile of the Dutch House will provide a lovely lunch all included in the price. The workshop is suitable for all levels even if you have never made felt before. This is ideal if you are short of free days as you will leave at the end of the day having acquired two new feltmaking methods.
The day including lunch, refreshments and equipment required during the workshop is £55 with £5 materials cost. If you would like to book a place you can email me.
Wednesday, 23 June 2010
Getting excited now, setting off soon for Woolfest. Im not anywhere near as prepared as I should be, but whatever happens its always a brilliant two days. Theres so much to see and buy I never quite know where to start and I always seem to miss something. This year I will try to have some sort of route around the stands instead of flitting and missing things. Its great having a stand and its lovely to catch up with people, but its really difficult to snatch time to look around thoroughly. Note to self: drink more water this year! and remember to eat....
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