A simple message from across the globe, enquiring if I create in white. The seed is planted in the mind, to dream, change, evolve, grow into a bud, or a caterpillar, (a Bombyx Mori?) and finally to make its slow and persistant way to the sketchbook and then the table...
... where i massage this creature, coaxing its delicate combination of silk and wool fibres to come together into a new unique form with the magic of savon de marseille.
Slowly, quietly and gently we share with each other, protect, nurture and help grow, until the moment of telling...
...just as the cold and wet sleeves, the sore shoulders and back are starting to say its time to call it a day...
...emerging from the chrysalis you discover a rare beauty that you could only begin to dream of.
Lovely pic of the white bodice...
ReplyDeleteThe journey reminds me of "The Red Tree" by Shaun Tan...
"But suddenly there it is, right in front of you, bright and vivid, quietly waiting. Just as you imagined it would be"