In my year of silence not knowing if I had anything worth saying
I filled my cup with play
mostly unsuccessful
but that's not the point is it.
Touching cloth keeps my tanks full!
Challenging myself to exploring colours I normally shy away from.
My hands often picked up greens.
It is easy to return to old favourites....
....easier still to come up with dismal choices!
All who know me know I cannot work with blue
Well, I probably can but I resist anything blue
And now I have to make a piece for a show called Blue!
Trouble is whatever I come up with must be nearly 100% blue.
Not be easy for me.
A couple of clever friends have suggested that I use my normal colour pallet and then dip the finished piece in an indigo vat.
Could be an interesting experiment
Using lots of different fabrics and threads
They would all take the dye differently.
Hmmm.
Pink...not my colour either
Back to the comfort of greys and browns
Working with new new colours hasn't been my only play.
Taking apart old work
Is a slow unpicking process
A meditation
Wondering if they have a new story to tell.
