Ingrid Houwers, better known nowadays as 'GrayWolf' lives in the beautiful County Down, in Northern Ireland. From a young age she showed a great passion for nature, animals and plants alike and creating things.
GrayWolf is a mostly self-taught artist and nowadays she draws, paints, crafts and designs countless of things for a living. She has made her hobby and her love for creating into her job. Next to that she is a corset maker and wearer, allowing customers to design their own dream corset for her to make into the real thing. Click on the text below to be taken to the corset website:
She's also a taxidermist, acknowledged by the state, and has done many commissions for museums, schools and other teaching facilities and people that are genuinely interested in nature. She refuses to work on anything that has been killed for the main purpose of having it mounted on their wall and prefers to work on animals that have died a natural cause. In the taxidermy field she's mostly known for the ways she's able to put back the expression and character that belong to a certain animal.
She created countless traditional styled Celtic and Pictish jewelry, t-shirts and tattoo designs, designed business logos, has illustrated childerns book, card decks, featured in many limited edition portfolios and sold many prints, cards and posters of her work. Her specialties are traditional Celtic and Pictish works, but also her own 'free-style' she developed throughout her personal studies of those arts, fantasy, anthromorhpic and spiritual and inspirational based art.
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Who I'd like to meet: Anyone interested in Celtic culture, history, language, dancing, fire twirling, but also corsets, tight-lacing, vintage, models, modeling, (see rest of interests lists)... you name it! People inspire me, and inspiration is the key to creation.
After you've finished here, you may like to hear this poem sung on myspace...
Poem 162 of 230, WalkaboutsVerse (please see my blog): TEES TO TYNE: FIRST IMPRESSIONS - SUMMER 2001
Where traditions are not so rare; Sea, country and works scent the air; A multitude of monuments, Planted tubs and patterned pavements.
The longish pedestrian malls; The remnants of defensive walls; Historic buildings are a gauge Of the respect for heritage.
Wheat, rape and pines in the fields; Estuaries guarded by shields; Long sandy beaches and wide scenes; Romantic-ruin go-betweens.
Rivers in parts licked by trees, Or fringed by boat clubs, wharfs, gantries, And crossed by practical delights - Varied spans, forming pleasing sights.
Fine churches headed at Durham; Football kits ad infinitum; Kept castles - one for study; Masonry behind masonry.
And, with moulding-works out that way, It’s somewhere for a longer stay..?
After you've finished here, you may like to hear this poem sung on myspace...
Poem 2 of 230, WalkaboutsVerse (please see my blog): WALKABOUT WITH MY PEN
Once drove an old sedan, up north, From a place in Sydney to Cairns; Then to Kuranda I went forth, By train, to look without set plans.
I browsed through the trendy market, With fresh fruits of tropical kind; Walked to the creek through lush thicket - Nature’s hand giving peace of mind.
I dined in a scenic cafe; Then, outside, as I wrote for yen, Some passing Kooris called-out: “Hey, You go walkabout with your pen.”
Request or question, I don’t know - Assured voices, elderly men. That’s now several years ago, And I’ve seen the world - with my pen.
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This is the Full Moon of the Guru, A night dedicated to thanking all our teachers, in every walk of life; especially the difficult ones who challenge us to reach deep within to feel love and compassion. I celebrate the teachers in my life, Wishing them well for the gifts they give and return the sentiment through thy heart of compassion.
