exhibition touched

Exhibition

Touched

Felt Wall Panels by Dianne Schepers

September - October 2010

Gallery Forum Zugerland, Steinhausen, Switzerland

TOUCHED! by Dianne Schepers

I sincerely thank you for visiting my exhibition TOUCHED! at the bright and spacious Forum Zugerland Gallery at Steinhausen, Switzerland and/or downloading this exhibition portfolio.

I truly hope that I have been able to inspire you to discover and appreciate the endless possibilities and effects of felted natural fibres in my felt panels.

Dianne Schepers www.pure-felt.com

September 2010

Exhibition TOUCHED

Looking at a felt wall panel is like stepping into a new world, a dream that has been touched by colour and warmth. I am continuously searching for that dream coming true: As within, so without. A bare environment produces a feeling of emptiness. An empty, business-like room inhibits warm vibrations. People and rooms want to find each other and to feel at home with each other. That inspires me to create wall panels that can be touched, that have the feel of an age-old, pure sensation: felt. It can be combined superbly with silk and other natural fabrics and fibres such as metallic organza, chiffon or jute. I interweave deep colours in various shades with silky gloss. Images of intriguing structures come to me and I create them by felting thick layers of wool, for hour after hour, with water and soap. The quest has begun. I am going to discover things, nuances will arise, I end up in places of which I was entirely unaware. Under and through my hands, worlds of sensuality, colour and shape come into being. I feel a connection with those people, thousands of years ago, who were very close to nature and who used felt for protection against the cold. I incorporate that aspect into my art, my desire to use transformed felt to protect against inner cold, commercialisation, impoverishment. Walls radiating warmth resonate with people. As within, so without.

There is no right answer in any of my works, there only is a shared journey.

I hope you will enjoy the journey ... and, be touched in some way.

Dianne Schepers

Fading Shades

(The Crack where the Light comes through)

© Dianne Schepers

Fading Shades

size: 3.28 x 0.98 m

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Tree of Life

(Women Ceremony, Open Door, Naxos Moon)

Tree of Life

size: 1.45 x 1.95 m

© Dianne Schepers

Tree of Life

Under the greenwood treeWho loves to lie with me,And turn his merry noteUnto the sweet bird's throat,Come hither, come hither, come hither:Here shall he seeNo enemyBut winter and rough weather.

Who doth ambition shun,And loves to live i' the sun,Seeking the food he eats,And pleas'd with what he gets,Come hither, come hither, come hither:Here shall he seeNo enemyBut winter and rough weather.

(William Shakespeare)

Open Door

Size: 1.78 x 1.42 m

© Dianne Schepers

Open Door

(Women Ceremony, Open Door, The Colour of my Derams, Flaming Red)

Open Door

Within this dream So dream oh sleeperThat lies so soft Rise high and flyUpon this rebel heart In golden shafts of lifeA beam of light let wrinkles not So warm and bright This day have swayHas parted darkest bring love its meritsCurtains sight to the foreAwake and rise Rescind the valuesGo meet the sun of the agesAnd risk the burn today And fly, oh spirit flyFor no one knows No bars, no fencesTomorrows tricks Hold you fastOr even this days ways Except within your mind

Oh joy that once kept At last, oh freedomsSafe and snug bounty searchHas withered with the years at last the open door

(Sandy L. Schraut)

Peacock Blues

size: 1.42 x 1.42 m

© Dianne Schepers

Peacock Blues

What's riches to him That has made a great peacock With the pride of his eye? The wind-beaten, stone-grey, And desolate Three Rock Would nourish his whim.

Live he or die Amid wet rocks and heather, His ghost will be gay Adding feather to feather For the pride of his eye.

(William Butler Yeats)

Woven Wonder 'Serendipity'

by Irene van Vliet, joint inspiration theme peacock

2.20 x 1.65 m viscose/cotton, jacquard woven

www.wovenwonders.nl

Naxos Moon

size: 1.68 x 2.22 m

© Dianne Schepers

(Tree of Life, Women Ceremony, Open Door)

Naxos Moon

Full Moon

Moonlight, summer moonlight

'Tis moonlight, summer moonlight, All soft and still and fair; The solemn hour of midnight Breathes sweet thoughts everywhere,

But most where trees are sending Their breezy boughs on high, Or stooping low are lending A shelter from the sky.

And there in those wild bowers A lovely form is laid; Green grass and dew-steeped flowers Wave gently round her head.

(Emily Bronte)

The Colour of my Dreams

size: 1.12 x 1.46 m

© Dianne Schepers

The Colour

of my Dreams

Red, not another colour brings to minda myriad of different emotions and feelings.

You see red when you're angrybut why is red the colour of anger?Maybe it isn't anger, but passion.

Red is the strongest of colours, should it nothold the strongest of emotions?love, passion ...

The red rose is the flower of lovebut there is pain in that rose as well.The thorn brings pain, but also protects the beautiful flower.

(Karen Miller)

Lavender Li

1.29 x 1.77 m

© Dianne Schepers

Lavender Li

The unforgettable beauty of lavenderoccurs in both the earthand in the colours of the sky.An aromatic flower,as well as part of the many changingshades of the daily heavens on high.The creamy colour of the sky--colour of orchid dawn--is quickly there, and then is gone.Light violet, lavender,how unique is its special glow,coloured in nature in light lilac,amethyst, and airy, purple indigo.

How beautiful these colours embraced youDear Li-- your lavender glow I will always carry with me in my heart.

(based on Gil Saenz)

Parched Earth

1.77 x 1.12 m

© Dianne Schepers

Parched Earth, (Connected, The Crack, Flaming Red)

Parched EarthWhere there are rocks

as far as eyes can reach,stubborn, stingy,

that turn and look down disdainfullyat the pounding surf exploding at their feet,

into pieces of an unbroken eulogy.

Where there are cactithat make the tradewinds sing.

Tender songs, that rise, and erect, endurethe passing of ages.

And the sun burning ceaselesslyon the limbs of soil that I cherish.

Where each and every treehowls and bows its head for salty winds.

And every branch cries out for showers of rain.

Where troupials awaken,men to work with melodious voices.

Where in the wastelandsthe sun watches and laughsat how we toil with donkeys

labouring with all our might,

and extract from this parched earthwholesome food,

in blind faith.

Where my father taught me to be modest,

head upright .Which told me to look for

an honourable life.Bread, work, tranquility,

and no more,on an island under celestial blue.

Where historyin passed centuries

shaped harmony.Shining peace

in every person.And a part of heaven

alighted and settled in our lives.

That's where my homeland is: Korsou.

(from 'My homeland Korsou' by Pierre Lauffer)

River Ganges Delta, (Blowing Bubbles, Tender Chords, Naxos Moon)

River Ganges Delta

size: 1.30 x 1.35 m

© Dianne Schepers

River Ganges Delta

River delta, entanglement of wash and stream, Mangroves in the dark monsoon wind, In the walls of rain rushing golden through humid breath, Only in colours, the tiger,

seen waking through the long waves, Through the riverine eruption to fine seas, Slips drenched to the midwaters, beyond the marks, Beyond the territorial formations of heron, And the ash, consumed by the current, from the skins of devotion, To the angels of bronze and light, Winged ineluctible, illumined progression to paradise, From the ranged labyrinth, the crest of the world, From the depths of the ocean, with a warm translucence, To the high frigidity above the sky, Bathing the sorrows of atavism, Painting the souls of the water worlds with veins of melted ice From the floods of the mountains, harrowed and bright.

(Peter S. Gardner)

Women Ceremony

(Tree of Life, The Colour of my Dreams)

Women Ceremony

size: 1.76 x 1.07 m

© Dianne Schepers

Women

CeremonyAboriginal,Indigenous,Native,Supremist,Mix it,Shake it,Give me the best topping,For the reasons why,We annihilate,The true doctors,Priestesses,Medicine women,Midwives,Saints,Sages,Of the Earth.

(Ojibway Migisi Beneshii)

(River Ganges Delta), Blowing Bubbles

Blowing Bubbles

size: 2.33 x 0.90 m

© Dianne Schepers

Blowing Bubbles

Carried on a soft whisperOf a breezeLittle bubbles float aloft, Delighting little childrenWith such simple pleasures; A kaleidoscope of coloursSwirl around in circlesIn rich fluidityOf amethystAnd jade, Sapphire And gold; Sadly, soonObliterated, Erased out of existence.

Lips tremble, But smilesReturn againAs soon asLips are pursed, A gentle breathGives birthTo anotherGem of wonder -

A Bubble, A Child’s rainbow globe; Tenuous, momentary, But a dream Of beautiful fragilityThat captivatesA sense of wonder.

(Peter Holmes)

Flaming Red

size: 2.14 x 1.42 m

© Dianne Schepers

(The Crack where the Light comes through), Flaming Red

Flaming Red

The Red -- Blaze -- is the Morning --The Violet -- is Noon --The Yellow -- Day -- is falling --And after that -- is none --

But Miles of Sparks -- at Evening --Reveal the Width that burned --The Territory Argent -- thatNever yet -- consumed –

(Emily Dickinson)

(Fading Shaes)

The Crack where the Light comes through

The Crack where

the Light comes

through The birds they sang at the break of day Start again I heard them say Don't dwell on what has passed away or what is yet to be. Ah the wars they will be fought again The holy dove She will be caught again bought and sold and bought again the dove is never free. Ring the bells that still can ring Forget your perfect offering There is a crack in everything That's how the light gets in. We asked for signs the signs were sent:

the birth betrayed, the marriage spent Yeah the widowhood of every government -- signs for all to see. I can't run no more with that lawless crowd while the killers in high places say their prayers out loud. But they've summoned, they've summoned up a thundercloud and they're going to hear from me. Ring the bells that still can ring ... You can add up the parts but you won't have the sum You can strike up the march, there is no drum Every heart, every heart to love will come but like a refugee. Ring the bells that still can ring Forget your perfect offering There is a crack, a crack in everything That's how the light gets in. Ring the bells that still can ring Forget your perfect offering There is a crack, a crack in everything That's how the light gets in.

(Leonard Cohen - 'Anthem')

Nature rarer uses YellowThan another Hue.Saves she all of that for SunsetsProdigal of Blue

Spending Scarlet, like a WomanYellow she affordsOnly scantly and selectlyLike a Lover's Words.

(Nature rarer uses yellow by Emily Dickinson)

Connected, (Parched Earth, Lavender Li)

Connected

size: 1.33 x 1.50 m

ConnectedCongratulations, rainyou know when to fall

and you know quite wellyou belong to spring

coming at night, quietwalking in the wind

making sure thingsget good and wet

the clouds hang darkover country roads

there's one light from a boatcoming downriver

in the red morningeverything's wet

flowers all through Chengduheavy and full of rain.

(Du Fu, excerpt from 'Rain on a Spring Night')

Memory about HollandDenkend aan Hollandzie ik breede rivierentraag door oneindiglaagland gaan,rijen ondenkbaarijle populierenals hooge pluimenaan den einder staan;en in de geweldigeruimte verzonkende boerderijenverspreid door het land,boomgroepen, dorpengeknotte torens,kerken en olmen,in een grootsch verband.

De lucht hangt er laagen de zon wordt er langzaamin grijze veelkleurigedampen gesmoord,en in alle gewestenwordt de stem van het watermet zijn eeuwige rampengevreesd en gehoord.

(Herinnering aan Holland)by Hendrik Marsman (1899-1940)

DIANNE SCHEPERS (1968)

ContactPURE FELT - felt panels & architectural wall felts

www.pure-felt.com

Zug, Switzerland

Dianne Schepers

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+41 79 777 4848

Gallery

Forum Zugerland, Steinhausen (CH)

Hinterbergstrasse 40Einkaufzentrum Zugerland, 2nd floor

THANK YOU!

- Mr Alain Roth, Migros Kulturverband- Mrs Ljiljana Putincanin, opening speech- Mrs Karla Eckstein (co-exhibitor)

for enabling and sharing a great experience.

Dianne Schepers

Exhibition Touched

Dianne Schepers (2010)

www.pure-felt.com

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