I have a postcard pinned to the noticeboard above my desk with those words printed on it. That 1940s cheerful stoicism makes me smile.
So, after yesterday’s sturm, drang and angst, I kept calm and carried on:
This page will sit to the right of the last page I showed here in a double page spread.
The cliff is made from white silk with pieces of hand-dyed silk chiffon stitched down to form something like shadows. I couched some threads and yarns down to give the impression of fissures in the cliff face. The stones and rocks beneath are applied shapes, needle-turned, with simple hand stitches to suggest grass.
Thank you, everyone who shared thoughts about why we create and show work. The human condition fascinates me. Occasionally I forget that I am human myself.
Enjoy your weekend too 🙂