I came across an old book of materials from 2001, during the final year of my degree. Although the outcomes of my work became quite different from my current research, I notice how similar the qualities were I wanted to achieve. I wonder how I became so distracted from this?
These materials were quite varied, ranging from cigarette packets picked up from the street to vintage lace and hand-dyed linen. I used mainly secondhand materials and papers. There seems to be a certain faded dignity about these surfaces. I think I should revisit some of these textural qualities.