210 x 150 mm
I worked this very soon after meeting Nigel in 1982 and taking up needlepoint since my years of living loosely. I think it was the first time my fingers grasped the needle again after being laid up with a nasty bout of hepatitis in the months before I met him, the result of that loose living.
And once again I was using up stocks of wool. Any residual visual imagination had deserted me and this design was all I could come up with. It’s another example of an occasion when I thought I should experiment with different stitching effects although this piece convinced me that as I would never be an embroiderer or needle-person of consequence, I should stick to the products of imagination. Though I feel I should apologise for the stained state of the fabric of the cushion, I have recently been comfortingly convinced by my therapist that there is very little in my life for which I have real need to apologise because most of my life is unalterably stained and IT ISN’T MY FAULT!!!.