...hibernating, call it what you will, but I seem unable to work on anything...I was going to say, meaningful, but that's not strictly true. For public consumption, might be a better expression. I find myself looking inwards, trying to understand what the purpose of this illness is, how I might come to better terms with it. So I'm working on altered books, endlessly prepping, impatient to get to the creative bits, but knowing that preparation is all... and playing with paper, too. Eventually, I may well show the work, but not right now.
But just to prove that I'm still obsessed by the embellisher, a new piece, made with some delicious silk bought on my shopping spree last week. I knew it would work well, and it has. Just think, I have a whole metre of it...delicious...
4 comments:
This is a beautiful piece! Thank you for sharing your experience with depression. It's helped me understand a little about what my husband seems to be going through right now and I think I have been better help to him.
I wonder sometimes if depression is seeing things exactly as they are and 'normality' (governed by society) is self delusion (trying not to think of the things that we really should by busying ourselves with endless distraction).
This piece is lovely fabulous colors... Love the silk..
hi from another depression sufferer :) i agree with you about depression being an illness rather than a reality lens. when i am depressed everything is so sunk and distorted and life seems ashen, grey and worthless - all my work and ideas seem silly and awkward and just plan amateurish.
your work is beautiful btw
hugs
felicity
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