Mending Our Ways

Time to start thinking about the next body of work. The studio is tidy, my stash of ‘potentials’ from the summer are stacked on a workbench and a couple of backing cloths have been prepared for something I can’t quite decide whether to stitch. Which probably means I shouldn’t.., or I should at least think more deeply about it before threading a needle. And then James appears clutching a sweater. “It’s got a hole in it, can you patch it for me please”.