Who knew that my decision to make vessels for an exhibition would morph into lockdown art? Not me!
And yet that is what it has become. A simple idea in response to a theme of ‘layers’ now chronicles my daily journey of trying to make sense of a worldwide crisis.
Fragility and strength are the 2 words that come to mind while I work. As I trap layers of eco dyed scrap materials between a stabiliser that ultimately dissolves, never to be seen again, I unconsciously make visual the cycle of loss, fragmentation and the threads that somehow hold us together.
In the process, I retrieve the disparate materials I discarded after completing other artworks, and I put them together again.
The vessels are becoming more random and less planned, reflecting the impossibility of my being able to control daily events beyond daily routine.
Fragments, scribbled stitch, odd shapes, dark lines, the seepage of light through the gaps - I am only now beginning to realise what it all means.
They are lost maps, fragile crucibles, the intangible becoming tangible. And I have no idea where this journey will lead me.