A long time ago in a galaxy before children I used to be an artist. I thought nothing of spending my days sketching and making, covered in paint and dye and had the confidence to walk into proper art galleries knowing they would want to display my work. Some things haven't changed - days spent covered in paint and dye! but others - like the confidence, have sort of disappeared, engulfed in the joy of being a mummy and my creative urges have been fulfilled in very different ways. This then is quite an exciting but scary post to write, I have started making art again and I am going to show you some of what I have been working on.
This was the piece I sent to my parents for Christmas.
It combines paper, felt, photos and ephemera, with machine and hand stitching.
It recalls a happy time on holiday with them - capturing the distance and the heat.
I hope you enjoy viewing it as much as I have enjoyed making it. It is still very early days, at the moment I am just making pieces for family and friends as gifts but who knows given time I might be bold and have a go at stepping into those galleries again. In the mean time I hope you won't mind me showing you a bit of what is going on in my workroom as I try and rediscover my inner artist - trying to remember Picasso's wise words "Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up."
