Sometimes a song comes along and it seems to encapsulate a moment or mood of your life.
I am constantly listening to songs and some I return to again and again – they become almost like the soundtrack to my life.
I have been playing “Unwritten” by Natasha Bedingfield really loud whilst tidying my kitchen, and the lyrics sum up how I feel at this moment. I feel a Spring clean of my mind is as necessary as a Spring clean of my house.
“I am unwritten, can’t read my mind, I’m undefined
I’m just beginning, the pen’s in my hand, ending unplanned
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten”
It then struck me that I am not really “Unwritten” I am “Unstitched”
(which is also the name of one of the blogs I follow).
My blank page could easily be represented by a piece of plain calico, what to do with it, pleat, gather, hand-stitch, paint, machine stitch, beading?
It seems that for ages I have been struggling with being “Unstitched”, but things are finally coming together and I am getting a sense of where I want to be with my work. It’s such a personal thing, and it seems like so much of my new body of work will focus on family, times past, and found objects.
I have finally found the perfect home for this textile piece, which I posted about way back in January here.
We used to have a beautiful old piano stool which I painted, with drawers underneath. It was sort of on its last legs so when a friend sat on it and it collapsed, it wasn’t too much of a surprise (it was a shocker to her, but she was fine!). Anyway being the odd, batty individual that I am I could not throw the drawers away – and I am so glad I kept them, I love my textile suspended by tiny chains inside it.