verses, unsung

verses, unsung. concrete, wax, dried blossoms, teabags and other material. Ines Seidel

unsung verses

of the promised touch

a scent not yet recognized and

the words I am still searching for.

verses, unsung. Ines Seidel
verses, unsung. ca. 28 x 13 x 3 cm in a row.
concrete with paint and a transferred photograph of my hand
found dry blossoms in candle wax,
teabags with handwriting, wax and yarn.
Additional pictures at flickr here and here.
Verse, ungesungen. (Ausschnitt) Ines Seidel


identity. concrete, paint, plant parts, wire and other. Ines Seidel
identity [noun.],
1. The fact of being who or what a person or thing is.
1.1. The characteristics determining who or what a person or thing is.
1.2. [as modifier] (Of an object) serving to establish who the holder, owner, or wearer is by bearing their name and often other details such as a signature or photograph.
2. A close similarity or affinity.
3. [mathematics] (also identity operation) A transformation that leaves an object unchanged.
4. [mathematics] The equality of two expressions for all values of the quantities.

copied from online Oxford Dictionaries.
identity. concrete, paint, plant parts, wire and other. Ines Seidel
identity. concrete, parts from roses, copper wire, paint, scratched writing, photo of lines of hand.
identity. concrete, paint, plant parts, wire and other. Ines Seidel

15 to 27 plastic bags

18 plastic bags, sewn together with conciliatory gestures. Ines SeidelFrom a material with a history that reaches back thousands of years, we have created shopping statements. This cannot be the end of the story. Plastic bags are a cultural misunderstanding. That is why it took conciliatory gestures to grow 18 plastic bags into a wall hanging. And with gestures of joy, 15 plastic bags began to bloom again. 27 other plastic bags began to remember their long history that also includes life on the bottom of a sea.
15 plastic bags,sewn together with gestures of joy. Ines Seidel
27 plastic bags, remembering. Ines Seidel

The last time I was working with plastic bags I created patterns with my little frame loom. See more in this posting.

shopping patterns

shopping patterns - woven receipts by Ines SeidelShopping receipts can be condensed to reveal the personality type of the consumer. This sentence could be from a marketing text book. With my little loom I did as market researchers do. I worked through a bunch of my own receipts, condensed and connected them and indeed, the patterns that emerged say a lot about me. Within the limits of this technique, of course.
shoppingYou can see more of my shopping patterns over at behance .


three woven stories by Ines SeidelConverting stories and joining them to form new patterns has something conciliatory and healthful to it. The new stories that are created through weaving with wool acquire a warm and soft quality. They are not told for differentiation but make bonds.
woven story with feathers by Ines SeidelThe story with feathers talks about longing: longing to be free as a bird, being able to fly and leave the limits of a familiar horizon. I used strips from songs and from a book about the history of spaceflight in combination with the feathers and wool.
The woven story with twigs is all about growing and greening. Maybe it is just a story about spring. woven story with twigs by Ines SeidelIf you want to see more woven pieces, check out this woven selfie at flickr and a pattern from weaving plastic bags.

ice cold stories

meeting of two cold stories - Ines Seidel

Your frosty smile –
maybe the tip of an iceberg that is melting.
it can only be cool, the invitation
to follow the trace of your mammoth.

stories of the mammoth - Ines Seidel
After I have been conserving stories in wax I naturally moved to ice. Frozen water immediately starts melting at room temperature – that fits very well to the stories that are also constantly changing their state. Keeping memories frozen must cost a lot of energy!
book in ice - Ines Seidel
You can find more pictures of ice cold stories in this flickr-set.
ice cold story by Ines Seidel