This is a phrase that came to me as I was washing up this afternoon. It sort of formed in front of me, in a hazy textile form that I’m still not certain of. I think it’s an emotional response to the current chapter of my life, but inspired by the afternoon I spent in the Worthing Open Houses Shop.
This has been set up in what was previously a florist’s in the Guildbourne Centre in Worthing, as part of the Empty Shops Network initiative. The shop is full of hand crafted bags, scarves, jewellery, prints and more, made by the exhibitors involved in this years Open Houses arts trail in Worthing. As sales are made and more items are displayed, what you might find is changing day to day and you can be sure of a warm welcome and a chat with one of the “staff” and certainly no pressure to buy anything.
I volunteered to help out but had never met anyone involved, so I arrived to a few exclamations of “Ahh, that’s you”. Hazel Imbert, Sarah Sepe and Lyn Leese are part of Moving Stitches, a community arts project that aims to share textile skills with people of all ages and abilities. It was so good for my creative soul to share experiences of textiles and teaching, to know that I am not alone. This may sound dramatic, but something like this shop that attracts the likeminded makes you realise how many people there are in their homes doing similar creative things to me. I want to get us all together so we can share and make friends and inform each others work.
Which is what happened to me today. So I’m off to think more about “There’s not enough of me in my life”, representing the changing tilt of my life. I think its a cushion. I think there’ll be some pieces of fabrics and bits of trim. I think it’s mostly hand stitched as that seems more personal somehow, the labour intensity feeling correct for the piece. This is the first time I’ve been inspired to make something so personal. I hope I can carry it through to a finished piece.
Thank you to those I met today who have inspired me so.