I have to tell you about this place ... not far from where I live, there's a magical little mountain called Sheemore which lies in the southern end of County Leitrim. In Irish, its original name is Si Mor, pronounced 'she-more'. Translated that means Si 'fairy', Mor 'big', so large fairy hill (now you know as much Irish as I do!). Within its view is Sheebeg ... little fairy mountain. I've always found them to be jewels in the landscape and whenever they come into my line of vision I feel a surge of admiration and quite a large dose of sheer awe! Infact, sometimes I take a detour from my route to pass them by. Other times I turn a corner and there they are, just where I least expected to see them!
I often admire Sheemore from various angles, noticing how it's always different depending on the light, how the patchwork of fields sweep up to its foot, how the hawthorn trees have formed windswept silhouettes on its shoulders, how the nearby lake splashes sheets of sunshine up its shanks, and white sheep decorate her green cloak. Ah, she never ceases to feed the soul!
And her beauty is more than skin deep, oh yes, she has the wisdom of age on her side too. Legend has it that these big and small hills of the fairies open their gateways at halloween to release fairies and spirits into our realm. These fairies known as 'the Sidhe', were decendants of the mythical Tuatha De Danann, who are said to have retreated into mounds like these across Ireland, into space and time different to our own. At this site there was a battle between the fairies of Sheemore and Sheebeg, and this event is often referred to in the lyrics of locally composed songs and poetry. The Sidhe, unlike other European fairies, are said to be tall and handsome, with magnificent banquet halls and wonderful feasts. There are still people today who fear upsetting the 'good people' and refrain from damaging certain fairy cairns (mounds), fairy sites and known fairy pathways.
So I needn't now explain why I've been so inspired to do a piece of landscaped feltwork based on these two familiar little mountains. The piece incorporates those patchwork fields, lichen clad hedges, and a lane that twists up towards Sheemore. This is the work with all the fibres laid out, before felting ...

... and the image below is how the work looks at the moment. Its been felted by rubbing hot soapy water into the layers of sheep, silk, goat and alpaca fibres for quite a while (at least until the skin on my fingers goes wrinkly!). Although there are only a few strands of goat fibre, I'm particularly pleased (verging on smug) that I clipped those fibres from my very own part angora goats this morning, and the alpaca fleece from a herd few miles off! Thanks ladies (they do appreciate the acknowledgement!).

I'll be putting this on the sewing machine for a little more work over the fields, to accentuate their boundaries, and then hand sewing some detail into the foreground ... perhaps some grasses and flowering plants, and finally adding some beadwork here and there. The piece measures about the size of an A4 sheet of paper. It is for sale, and I'll post an image of it when completed on this blog.