2 weeks before my mother passed away due to the cause of cancer, she ordered 3 big boxed with felting wool, it was a huge hobby of her and something she loved to do with me. This is why the only right thing for me to do during this practice was to relive the good memories of me and my mom felting together.


While mending last weekend, the smell of soap brought me back to twelve years ago, me and my mother together on the dinner table. A thing she loved to do by herself, but even more loved to do together with me. For me this was a very warm feeling and it made me realise that I never really stopped to contemplate about the fact that I didn't have a mother anymore. right after she passed away, life went on and since I was still quite young I never took the time to deeply grieve, of course you think about it, but for me the best feeling was to not think about it. Now 8 years later I finally took some time to do this.

During this mending process, I let my memories and feelings design for me, showing the story of the fun me and my mother had together.

My mothers felting recipe, that my grandmother found when i asked her for felting wool

my final result, a series called
"gemaakt met liefde"
("Made with love")