On a winter walk the trees and hedges have a stark rawness. Stripped of their covering of leaves, the rugged beauty of the bare branches can be appreciated.
Here I find a sort of parallel with my current creative practice. Stripping away the fuss and decoration I have realized that it is the cloth itself that is significant for me. It can be appreciated – held, felt, considered. The handling during stitching is important, allowing time for reflection and meditation.
Like the trees, there is fine detail to be enjoyed when the cloth is studied closely. I can feel a series of pen and ink, monochrome studies coming from these images.
