I stitched this small project quickly. It was a rush of movement, of fine thread and delicate colour on the fabric. I see the fury with which I sewed a little like the poet who is compelled to put her words on paper before they elude her.
There is something obsessional about how I worked this. Something to do with the downtime after the busyness of Christmas festivities and the departure of the children leaving the house quiet, maybe too quiet.
But the silence was a motivator and while I marshall my thoughts to attempt an original work, I was happy to find this design all ready to go, a place to put the immediate energy, to not waste time, to remain productive while cogitating the next creative burst.
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