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I think I now know why I’ve felt unsettled. I spent a few hours alone in my shed with a pot of tea and my sketchbook, worked through a few ideas and threw a few out too.

I came to the conclusion that I’d spent so long thinking about how I’m thinking that I’d forgotten what I’m supposed to be thinking about. The work had become a little disjointed and was flailing about a bit.

So… I’ve put away the Deleuze and the Cixous for a while and will concentrate on making things and thinking about that instead.

So… I’m back to thinking about these clothes, these items of household textiles I’ve collected about me, and why I’m tied to them, why they make me feel safe. Similarly, why are we obsessed with keeping our children about us, safe at the cost of their independence?

So… I shall hopefully find my sense of humour in my work again, I think Deleuze took it away temporarily.

So… My reading is now Bachelard’s “The Poetics of Space”… appropriate for my shed.

Sew… I’m content with the obsessive domesticity of embroidery and as a consequence I’ve found found solace, contentment and inspiration in my iPod again…

Thank you Elliot Smith, Lisa Hannigan and Joan as Policewoman!