Two embroidery pieces that I am working on at the moment. I’ll let you in on their stories when they are finished. I am listening to HIM (I love them, and I aint afraid to say it!) this evening, drinking port and drawing. Good times. But unfortunately I have a cold. Bah.
I have a fairly solid idea of what my next exciting artistic endeavour shall be about. Oh yes, I have planned and plotted. I tended to just throw myself in at the deep end when at uni, got on with making work and waited to see what would happen or where it would go. I think I need to find a healthy balance of working intuitively whilst also having a bit of a thought-out plan!
It shall be the contents of my skull, and what it means to be ‘sane’ or ‘insane’. It shall be a combination of all of my words from my mind, and all of the shiney new information I am learning due to my current psychology and mental health obsession.
Please tell me this- does everyone worry that they are going mad sometimes?
I feel like this may be a universal experience. And this pondering may be the main focus of the piece of work. I’m not sure yet. I think things will become clearer as I start work on it. There shall be embroidered words, because I love embroidered words, and crochet, and wool. I’m currently experimenting with crocheting into thin, fragile stretched out tops (tops is the wool that you use for felt-making). So far it’s been exciting, very cobwebby and delicate. I have a general aesthetic in my head, but unfortunately I just don’t know how to achieve it yet! The words shall be from recent sketchbooks and diaries. Words which keep recurring, or which have stuck with me for whatever reason. Although they shall be ambiguous and taken out of context and displayed alongside each other so that no sense-making is obviously apparant. They’ll probably only make sense to myself and people very close to me. As long as I feel that I am being open and honest with myself in my work, no one else needs to know what it’s about. I hope that the viewer will be able to relate to the sentiments in their own personal way.
I fear I am rambling on, I should really go eat something! Hope this has made some sense.
Oh, and I’m going to see the Damien Hirst retrospective tomorrow! He confuses me. I don’t know if I like him, and this annoys me! I have no opinion, I am indifferent. Hopefully tomorrow will sort this conundrum out, one way or the other.
I’ve been researching other artists this morning. Really made me realise how easy it is to make crappy textile art. Yes, take something like a hand-grenade, make a knitted version, and OH SUBVERSIVE INTERESTING EDGY ART. No it is not. Embroidering one nice word onto a found doily doesn’t always make for an interesting object. Please stop cross-stitching cliched swear words, it isn’t enough. It’s all been done before. Yes, we get that you can create something juxtaposed and subversive using the domesticated, restrained, feminine traditional medium of textiles. But from what I’ve seen there is a lot of dull, repetitive work out there. Do something wonderful! Or beautiful. Maybe there is a lot out there that is almost right… but not quite. I want to find something really interesting and unique. The possibilities of textiles are really exciting and intriguing…. Must try harder. And I know I have been guilty of some of what I’ve just said. Onwards and upwards. I have a plan.
Hand-sewn rosette, 2012