The little piece above has made its way into the shop at last. Said shop is looking sparse, perhaps a touch sad, a case of what you see is what you get. I am happily working away on some exciting projects to come, meditative stitching, thinking, evaluating, then hot headed, verging on the riotous. Funny but I remember feeling a little like this when I gave up smoking in my early thirties, oh and I loved to smoke, it was hard, I felt itchy as if a wolf were trying to break through my skin. Did I ever tell you how much I love Jacobean revenge tragedy with its malcontents, floridity, extremity, yup lycanthropy occasionally too. I don’t know but have a feeling that some new work is gelling, many and varied fragments are moving together, revisiting texts, pieces of poetry. This is a good space to be in right now.
