London-Wul is a fibre farm in New Brunswick Canada where animals are neither destroyed nor sold without exception. Also a national award winning shop and studio, London-Wul is home to textile artist Heidi Wulfraat.

Wednesday, July 23, 2008


I'm back after a long departure from my "ordinary". Change can be a good thing. It can be something new and exciting. Here are the eight finches that were hatched in the shop this past month. They are living in a beautiful flight cage that my father built. It is lovely and spacious with a peaked roof stained forest green and a big arched doorway that opens with a butterfly-shaped handle. The cage has a birch tree set in its' center upon which perches a finch sized house with a bright red roof.

Change can also be an awful thing. It can leave you broken hearted and feeling fragmented. My father died on June 30th, 2008. I thought it fair to mention, as this journal is the story of London-Wul and a story can never be fully appreciated without context.
My father was a photographer by profession. His eyes had a spark of humor and mischief that enabled him to capture the candid spirit of others. Just as he used form and line as expression on film, he developed a passion for woodworking and fashioned extraordinary pieces by hand.
He spent hours in his workshop creating elaborate, elegant and whimsical gifts for his family who meant everything to him. John Wulfraat was a quiet and gentle man. He loved children, animals, great blues music, a good joke, colour and art. He was a tremendously hard worker who gave to others without question. His nature was steady and patient and forgiving.
My father had a cat named Nigel for whom he would do just about anything.
My father would have really loved those new finches of mine.

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