Wrapping
Bindings, have stayed with me! Linking past and present and continue to be a holding place. I returned to the land in the form of earth, of clay and mould and shape bowls. The forms are always hand sized and act as receptacles for that which I bind. They carry a significance for me which transcends explanation.
What fibres to use?
Where do these materials come from how are they made?I know they are calico and natural string, but I feel compelled to investigate or to make my own. The story of these materials makes a difference.
How to bind or wrap?
Pace seems important, do I walk and bind or stay still? Each act makes a difference to how I embody the process. Pace is important to me, it gives me thinking and contemplation time. Ideas brew and perceptions alter.
Thoughts go to places, land, memory; I indulge in a sense of passing. Moving to something new and interesting. The bindings become holding place, a repository to which I can return, but I can also move forward. I note a sense of motion preventing stagnation, allowing new thoughts to emerge. Life with new possibilities. I wonder if these bindings piled up become a cairn and as a collection take on greater significance. I think of the collective power of community actions and want to invite others into the process as a way of processing Covid and moving to a new more viable way of being.
