Today and over the weekend I’ll be working on a couple of new pieces as well as finishing the white web, which as yet has no name.
I love these lines from one of my favourite poets, e.e.cummings:
Spring is like a perhaps
Hand in a window
and fro moving New and
Old things, while
people stare carefully
moving a perhaps
fraction of flower here placing
an inch of air there) and
without breaking anything.
I like the idea of Spring as a perhaps hand:
I wanted the perhaps hand to be green, but I wonder if perhaps this one is too dark, so I’ve done a white one as well:
I’m not sure which one I’m going to use yet. It depends on the fractions of flowers and the inches of air.
I thought I’d also share a page of my journal, such as it is, showing the origins of this design:
I disappoint myself enormously. Many textile artists – notably Jan Beaney, Jean Littlejohn, Linda and Laura Kemshall – produce the most beautiful sketchbooks, with very detailed and delicately coloured drawings and studies. I write down a poem, get a picture in my head, do a biro thumbnail purely to make sure I don’t forget it, and then go straight to fabric. I don’t know whether this is less valid somehow. Perhaps…