About Pen

Pen loves the rain, so today is her day. She loves the sound of the falling drops, the cozy raincoat that is like a little shelter, the clouds wrapping around mountains, from which you hear the echo whirl into your mind. Because she is a secret singer and poet, she is a composer! (You will notice by the way she writes.) And perhaps the rain is her favorite accompaniment. She doesn't yet know what I am writing about her. Oh oh!  She repeats verses like stitches in a knitted scarf. Savouring the taste of a syllable, of a sentence or a half. By the way, she loves knitting and sewing too and I have the feeling that she can dive into activities which are very repetitive where she shows an amazing endurance without loosing the drive but where she kind of melts into the nothing. For examle she has sewn twenty eight books from fabrics she got out of a free box while she was in the States. These books are all unique creations with lots of textile pages, each one designed according to the traces on the material.
Right now we are sharing a beautiful moment preparing for our next journey to the Tarot garden from Niki de Saint Phalle in Italy, where we will be camping at the seashore and can't wait to listen to the waves.
She is breaking her head trying to find out what material she shall take with her! We discuss about the different types of paper, the cardboard, the brushes and pencils... and start dreaming!

Here, on our last trip to the Normandie in october 2010 Pen didn't need to trace a line, luckily she found it!