‘Waiting’ is now complete. After seeing the previous photos of it, I added some definition to areas that seemed to be blending into the background:
Stitch fills the space in the same way that waiting fills time. I keep saying to myself ‘If only the house would sell, I could do [insert any creative activity]’. I feel restricted because if I get a lot of fabric out (or paper, or paints, or any other creative endeavour) and then someone wants to come and view the house, then I have to put everything away in order for the place to look tidy. And it’s a well known fact that a tidy house looks bigger and more appealing than an untidy one. I feel somehow that the waiting (for the house to be sold) is not only taking up valuable energy, but is also somehow preventing me from doing what I want to do. That probably isn’t true. Maybe waiting alters our perception of what is and isn’t happening. I still believe that waiting is an active verb – a full-time absorbing activity in itself.
I quite like the way the house crouches balefully in the corner of this cloth. I do love my house, and I’ve been very happy here for many years. But it really is time to move on.
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