wow, that time flew by in a blink of an eye.
In a whirlwind of a term, I haven’t had time to really stop and reflect. All work is handed in and all essays submitted.
It all took an unexpected turn, I started out wanting to explore walking as an art form, but I now find myself with a new indoor studio space and sewing machine. Looking at how the stitch has been used subversively, to challenge gender stereotypes, for protest and in my own circumstances, to address some personal issues. I never meant that to happen.
I started making quilts, but they quickly took on a life of their own, dictating to me what should be made, I tried to not think too much about the process and went with the flow, what started out as a way of exploring landscape, eco dyeing and topophilia has become more about psychogeography and emotional landscapes.
This makes me feel uncomfortable, vulnerable and exposed, but knowing that all great learning takes place outside of our comfort zone, I feel I need to persist with this. I’m fairly happy with the work I submitted, but now need to wait for the feedback, which is of course, the hardest part.
