she made no art. Quiet day, it was. Except, well, I might have drawn a bit. Eaten a bit. Patted the odd cat.
I have a confession to make. I started making textile art because I couldn't paint. I know, it's not something that textile artists ever admit to, but hey... Four years ago, or so, I discovered that actually, not only could I paint, I could draw, too. In fact, at one point, I had a textile holiday, and bored all my textile friends by saying that I might never use textiles as a medium again. But here I am, back again.
I discovered, eventually, that, just as there is no difference between painting on canvas and painting on cotton/cloth, there is no difference between working in paint, and working in textile. It's all process (I know, I said it before, but it's important). It's all in what you believe. And so, I continue to make art with textiles, as well as with any damn thing I choose. Come in and join me, the water's fine!