High time I showed something of what I’ve been up to. In essence, lots of messing about without stern objective or excessive critique. Lovely, I recommend it!
Left to right:
A paper chain – each link the strip torn off a teabag packet. Needle and thread still attached ready to add with the next cup. This is fun in itself and I expect it to become part of something else.
A collage of ATM receipts, teabag paper and tags, found knitwear scrap and painted papers. Türkiye Garanti Bankası receipts are my favourite, with their reverse print of something like a four-leafed clover.
A hanging lamp crafted from a fine plastic bag, the frame some found wire. I brought the strip of LEDs from home, they reflect on streamers of chopped up tea packet- cerise & silver foil.
That magic moment when the junky found bits of rubbish* pick themselves up off the table and assemble themselves into something 3D. Everything good comes in time, with practice but without pushing. I wish I could remember that more consistently. In time! Zaman var.
A better picture will come in the morning light. And maybe a title. Feel free to suggest one.
*heavily frayed electrical cable, disposable plastic spoon, used dummy bullet. All collected in Göreme.
Three months away from the studio!!! What to pack?
Never mind what shoes and how many changes of undies – art materials were high on the list.
I love working with “found objects” so I decided to take a little bundle of somethings-to-stitch-onto: my favourite quilt batting and some pre-painted baby wipes
Thread is handy too. A little kit of many colours and a few needles:
Some objects which places gave me:I’m especially pleased with the red tangle. It’s waste agave silk from the braid-makers in Fes.
I couldn’t help myself and have bought a few items:
Reels of agave silk-which came in the most daunting array of colours-and some silk scraps from traditional weavers in Lyon.
After all this preparation, I’m sorry to say that I haven’t done a thing with it except mending some clothes. Which was very handy!
I’m learning that I need a more settled space to do composition. Or maybe I haven’t yet established a routine that allows for stitching. That might happen in Paris…