Sometimes it can be hard to let go can’t it? The lullaby is now finished (other than the matter of how it is heard/shown/received). What I’m finding is that I can’t stop thinking about it, and its process, and the changes i have experienced while it has developed. A little self-analysis is useful I think. This “child” of mine has coincidentally taken about 9 months from conception to birth. How I feel about it echoes the research I’m doing about the over-protection of children. I wanted to keep it to myself until it was perfect, I want to keep tinkering with it, I want to protect it from harsh criticism and misuse or abuse. But it’s out there now and has to fend for itself.
A friend said to me that he’d not seen me get this excited about my textile work. We had a conversation about how I still see it as part of the textile. It is textured, has layers, is stitched together from pieces that make a whole thing that is more than the sum of its parts.
I think I have empty nest syndrome.
Perhaps I should make another one?
Well here we are then, the moment of truth and courage!
This is my Lullaby. Called, imaginatively, “Lullaby”
I hope you like it. Whether you do or don’t, for whatever reason, please feel free to comment and let me know. This is a real departure for me, and it’s hard to judge. It has been an amazing experience to make it. And I have already started thinking of another piece…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xmo4KSz3Nsw
(The video isn’t great for this, it’s the sound that is important, but the limits of the blog mean I can only play you music if it’s on a you tube video, so please forgive the visual element, I just wanted to get it up here quickly before I changed my mind!)
Today is a not-art day. I’ve got a busy week coming up, so need to do all the other stuff today, to enable me to get on with it all without guilt or panic that I need to be doing something else.
So, thank goodness I’m feeling well again, but I’m still somewhat hampered by the hot clammy weather here in the Midlands today, I’m one of those delicate(?!) creatures that hates hot sunny weather. This isn’t helped by the fact I’ve been doing all the things I usually avoid in the heat… baking, cooking meals, ironing. I wish someone would invent linen that I didn’t need to iron.
To relieve that sticky feeling then, I’m now sat in the shade of my shed in the garden, with a big mug of Lady Grey,writing an artist’s blog that’s nothing to do with art. Well it makes a change from the usual self-conscious arty-bollocks whingeing that usually goes on here doesn’t it?
