'Surfacing' Art Journal

It’s hard to imagine that this particular garment took three weeks on and off to make (un-make). Using a seam cutter to diligently unpick each line of machine embroidery.  A task I set myself when I  thought I had dispensed with such activities.  The fairy tale realm of quests and tasks to be fulfilled.  Tearing away with a seam cutter, my head a hornet’s nest and equally as fragile.

When making work such as this I tend to hide it away each time.   For me it’s often painful to look at.  Now it seems OK (no pun intended), safe.   My ‘rippings’as my husband calls  them. Only one broken seam cutter this time.  The top image has been altered to a reddish tinge.    I’m  really not sure about the flayed, visceral qualities on display but I tend  to go where the work takes me ( not always a pretty sight.)   The lower image is its true colour.  I’ve never been fond of yellow (with the exception of yellow wallpaper).