Repetitive, slow, rhythmic, thinking about line and texture and allowing the stitch to find it's own form. This is a whole new activity for me, a new way of drawing; I have never been taught, shown or even been remotely interested in embroidery before. I bought some cotton thread and needles on an impulse, drawn to the beautiful shades of sage green and teal blue. I suppose something bigger than my consciousness led my feet into the mercerie while I was distracted.
Pulling out the strips and left-behind scraps of woad-dyed old linens and threads, stitching them intuitively but carefully with no conclusion required. Fire, check. Red wine, check. Perfect music, check.
