Mongolian Felt Making

Nomads in Spirit

Sometimes I feel like a Nomad of the Intenet, wandering cyberspace searching for some creative nourishment. I am looking for an idea, information or presentation that connects me to the rest of the world in a soulful way. I am looking for something I have never seen before, but something I recognize never-the-less. I know it when I see it. A bell goes off inside me and says, "Yes. This has meaning. This is rich and rings of truth and came from a heaven I know. And if someone else made it, that means they've been to my heaven - we've both been there, even if we've never met." Even if we're all pretty much nomads wandering the earth.

I find it in theatre, music, dance, art, nature and of course wool. These connections. They are like a warm energy. They are a raison d'etre. They inspire, please, energize and comfort.

I imagine I am making a photomosaic of my response to life and while I am not yet certain what the big picture looks like, I do recognize the small images when they present themselves. So part of my work as an artist is to go through my day wandering in search of a flower or sunshine or shelter or stream of consciousness that I can paste onto the canvas in my spirit and say "Yes. Here's another piece."

This video is one of those images. Some of you may see it merely as a study in anthropology. I see it as a marvel of timelessness, humanity, survival, simplicity, art, engineering, and the life-saving connection to the world around us. I hope you enjoy it and maybe even paste it into your mosaic.