Relative Normality...

...has been resumed, for now, at least.  A relapse, followed by Christmas, followed by an examination by a physiotherapist has left me unable to walk more than a few steps at a time, and gifted me a zimmer....sadly, the hospital will be wanting it back, so it can't be customised.  So I haven't had the energy, until yesterday, to do any work at all. 

I had looked out these small pieces of cloth before the relapse...and I do mean small: the largest is approx 4" by 2.5", the smallest, roughly 2.5" square.  Yesterday, though, I combined them.

Yes, I know, they don't look like much : that's the whole point.  I'm continuing the theme I started, exploring ME and its consequences.  ME has systematically stripped me of the ability to work, has stripped colour and texture from my life, and these tiny pieces represent that.  I have to work within those confinements: these pieces represent them.  You probably can't see, but the base fabrics are not pure white.  They are, in fact, pale prints, reversed, with pale prints, unreversed, held on the surface with random stitches, other than the central piece, which is a scrap of rust dyed silk.  You can't tell with ME, how you are going to feel from day to day; these random stitches represent that idea, with the raw edges indicating that they have been torn from a larger cloth. 

I intended to add them to a lutradur book, but when I got hold of a piece of lutradur, I liked them as a unified piece, so this is how they will stay.

I will, of course, iron the lutradur...that bump in the centre is not ideal...    I'm not sure how I would frame them: perhaps sandwiched between two pieces of glass.  I don't particularly want to put them on a coloured mount, and I think they might be lost on white board, though a double mount might do the trick.  I'll have to think about it.  They do look better in real life...but perhaps that's just wishful thinking.

I have another piece to work on, but that's it for today, no more energy.  It's a start.