I snuck behind The Gnome’s back and gleefully sponsored the inaugural AFAA.
Fibres are my passion and I’m at my happiest discovering a new way to play with them. To make something from fluff, it’s a true magic. Transforming fibre with the wave or two of a hand. How can it not be described as magic?
I’m not truely happy making another’s pattern or idea. I’m happiest when I’m wielding my own magic.
I sit for hours weaving tiny pieces. They build up in a hat box and spill over into supermarket bags. For my the joy is in the making. The final pieces are forgotten but not the feeling of being in flow. Being at peace and at one with the world. I love that feeling, it’s as addictive as any drug.
I often look at a piece and wonder where did that idea come from? I start with an idea which during the process of making will morph itself into something else. That is the true magic of making. It comes from outside of us. The muse whispers to us and if we fail to listen will wander off to whisper elsewhere.