A realisation about myself and my creativity and what Im actually doing with my abilities hit me in the face the other day.
I love fabric - that is really the part of my work that I enjoy. That is why I have cupboards full of the stuff, I cannot drive past a shop without seeing what they have. I feel a pain in the general heart region when find some fabulou cloth that I cannot afford or justify.
And I love Embelishment - It is this love of decoration that sent me on a screenprinting course 7 years ago, that made me want to buy an embroidery machine and fills yet other cupboards and shelves with beads.
This explains why Id buy a piece of cloth just because it is beautiful and keep it for 15 years without planning to sew it into anything.
Great and so what do I do with this realisation. Is an unmade length of material like the unused ingredients bought for a wonderful meal that was never made. does unused mean wasted? It might.
