Many years ago I lived on a commune together with some people who were very seriously into wool. I mean Very Seriously. To be fair, this was in Norway and it tends to be quite chilly in the winter months. Still, I felt they went overboard with their wool socks, wool underwear (!!!), wool mittens, wool jackets, wool hats, wool slippers, wool sweaters, wool pantyhose and everything else wool that they packed themselves into. They even had wool jewellery. And of course it was all raw, organic wool, extra itchy.
Me, I’m allergic to the stuff; I break out in hives at the mere sight of a wool scarf. Anyhow, to show them how little I appreciated their strange fetish I made this drawing mocking them and their woollen wrappings. The text, which is in Norwegian, is even more condescending.
I guess that makes me a woolly bully. (Scrift and text - Kristin Hertzberg)