A story on how Craftscurator ended up destroying her creations and shipping them off to Morocco.
My graduation collection, entirely handmade
Silk Scarf, before it was cut into pieces
My grandmother's hand embroidered tablecloth
Self Made Dress, before cutting it up
On a rainy Sunday I picked up a pair of scissors and cut up the creations I had made years ago.
My grandmothers cloth, cut up to rags and a beautiful ingredient for my carpet
© Photography Pam Kat & styling Sander van Eyck
irenes carpet of life
Irene’s Carpet of Life
A story of how Craftscurator ended up destroying her creations and shipping them off to Morocco. Before I became a designer of home wares, I was a fashion designer. I went to art school, fell in love with textiles and graduated with a collection of 10 outfits for women.
The collection was entirely handmade; I even created most of the materials myself. I spent hours on felting wool, pouring liquid rubber and applying coatings to fabrics. Not to mention the blood, sweat and tears I spilled sewing the clothes. But in the end my collection was received well and worthy of a diploma.
On a rainy Sunday afternoon in Autumn 2012, I picked up a pair of scissors and cut up the creations I had made years ago. I also cut up the dress I wore when I was six, my grandmother’s hand embroidered tablecloth and the shirt I wore when my mother died. After bundling, weighing and packing the fabrics, I shipped them off to Morocco.
Why did I destroy my creations and the clothes I love? To have an even more interesting creation made: my Carpet of Life. Using the scraps of fabric I sent, women in the oasis of M'Hamid made a carpet. A handmade, custom-made carpet for me to enjoy for years!