Today I have been clearing up all the bits and pieces left over and abandoned in my studio from before Edinburgh. A scene of horror and devastation unlike any other.
As my work depends on lots of scrappy bits of mottled old clothing and strange odds and ends, nothing, however small, can ever be thrown away.
In my nightmares I imagine the pressure as tons of old socks, full of holes, force down upon me, miles of ancient knicker elastic in pastel colours pulls on my arms dragging me back as I frantically try to escape the towering clothing of my past.
All used fabric is now neatly colour coded and boxed. What a relief.
My studio partner is much relieved that he can now get to his own work without being impaled by old shirt bunting on the way.
