|Wood Sorrel and sweet wrappers|
With a deadline and the immense pressure arising from this, comes a sense that something significant must be produced and I worry that I become an art making machine. I feel as though I am going through the motions and ticking things off the 'to do' list but am I making the thoughtful, personal work I set out to make? Would it be better to make one tiny thing made in a moment of inspiration rather than a vast installation produced without thought or authenticity? I already know the real answer to that, but I can't quite bring myself to sit back and wait for lightening to strike when I know the exhibition looms ever closer. Perhaps I should give myself a good talking to.
In the meantime here are a few images of the work I have been slaving over.
These images are details of a really long embroidery on wool, a bit like the one that was stolen, only this one has taken me ages longer and I had to cut it up to dye it (another drama!). I hope it works out okay as I have planned for this to be a map you can walk on. The way I feel at the moment I'm not sure what it might become.