Just got back from a brilliant week in a bunk barn in South West Lakes. Bought 4 raw fleeces from the farmer, so got a big job ahead to process the wool – never done it before, although I got some idea what to do when I was in Kyrgyzstan.
I'm back in the studio reviewing what happened last time. After all that wittering on, I am pleased to say I got stuck into a new big project instead of making a scarf. Getting started is always the hardest bit, so at least now I've got something to sit and stare at and respond to.
I seem to do lots of displacement activities (is that the right term for it?) – buying new materials, researching processes, reading related stuff, the time never seems right to actually start making.
Then all of a sudden it will take off and I won't be able to stop til I drop. I'm not at that stage yet though – I'm making a felt house (about the size of a garden gazebo), and am doing lots of research about how to put text and drawings onto the felt. Also continuing experiments with varied translucency/density of felt and projected video. I feel lucky to be an artist today.
