17 meters of plant dye

17 meters of plant-dyed cotton canvas. 17 x 2.5 meters. I have collected in buckets. In many ways, it was the foraging trips I liked best. Out in the woods, for birch leaves, rowan, mushrooms, blueberry heather, nettle, acorns and a little infinity more. On the hunt. A kind of childish treasure hunt with guaranteed results. I always found a little treasure. Someone who had felled an oak tree, or an area with a particularly large and lush blueberry heather. At the same time, I always have to gather carefully. Make sure I don't leave visible traces. The trips were nice. Concentrated, alone, quiet.

The dyeing was mainly done at the National Academy of the Arts. In large pots. A slow work that smelled good. Except for the chestnuts, which gave off neither a good smell nor color, but instead were washy, cooked to pieces and with the color of vomit.

The blueberry heather turned golden orange-yellow. The acorns too. Especially on wool. While the oak leaves became more delicately gray-green. In some I put in iron to dampen the yellowness somewhat. Because there was a lot of yellow. Or golden perhaps. The fungus had a somewhat different direction; Almost a little pink, but heaven so many mushrooms I have to pick to make a difference in the dye bath with the thick coarse cotton.

It was a good feeling to collect them in piles, write on me where I have gathered, and then see all the colors together in stripes, squares or on top of each other in piles. That's how I like them best; in an almost slightly annoying harmony with each other.

By pushing, pulling, stacking, rearranging the order or finding contrasts, the color pieces change, but at the same time they are always annoyingly correct. Nice, but almost too nice. I have continued to work on this work. See under the page Silicate.