Dear diary it was my birthday yesterday, I was forty-nine. I said that without the sharp intake of breath or audible
gasping that’s associated with an incremental age hike. Now on the threshold of my fifth decade I’m
reminded of those predictable clichés, ‘forty
being the old age of youth and fifty being the youth of old age’, need I
say more? I no longer feel the need to
be placated and reassured about age related decline, in fact it’s quite the
opposite, the once familiar and funny I find rather patronizing and not at all to
my taste. Perhaps I’m finally feeling a
little more comfortable in my own skin, a little more confident, more accepting
or maybe it’s just my age.
I have been absent from my blog for some months now. However,
in that time I have made the monumental decision to exhibit at the British
Craft Trade Fair next year and I’m currently developing my designs with that mind. The diminishing timeframe inevitably creates
obvious pressures with my working practices; the tension is almost palpable, hopefully
not to my detriment as I strive to perform.
Currently I’m working on a new cloth doll; she is dynamic
and has several articulating joints in the upper and lower limb; she is made exclusively
from small quantities of rescued natural fibres, definitely rag by nature.
She possesses a hand knotted silk wig, bespoke clothing
and shoes.
I started this project during the lead up to Christmas
last year; unfortunately she was temporarily postponed due to a particular fascination
of all things ursine.
I can confidently
report that my grizzly enchantment has somewhat dissipated allowing for a more
balanced approach and portfolio of work.
Although life is busy, frantically so at times, I endeavour
to write regularly regarding the creation and processes involved with my
approach to doll making.
Until next time, farewell.
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