|A murderous hand..?|
A. Big. Fat. Halt.
Progress with my project piece came to a shuddering halt in April. Other commitments became more pressing for a while and I was just not feeling enough oomph about any of the ideas in my sketchbook to see them through to completion. I was getting tangled in a need for the piece to have significant meaning and nothing felt meaningful enough. Rather sadly, I had also begun to really dislike the name Daphne.
By this point, as the project's administrator, the other artists began sending me their finished glove pieces. Beautiful, thoughtful, well executed works of art. Gulp. This did nothing to help the creative freeze.
A few months go by & I'm ever aware of the ticking Daphne clock. I take out the glove again and give it a thorough inspection. It's lacklustre, the fabric has bobbled slightly from wear and it has been repaired twice at the thumb. My initial plan to keep it whole and use it as a hand was blocking me. I needed a new tack.
There was only one thing for it, Daphne must be chopped up and the glove must DYE!
With a frankly cavalier attitude to plant material choice, I retrieved a bunch of beetroot leaves destined for the bin, a handful of onion skins and a couple of avocado skins for good measure, and concocted a witches brew to boil the offensive item in.
Well, what do you know -the pale glove sucked up the colour! Not the most attractive colour, a sort of sickly, lichen-green, but something I could work with. Already I was starting to feel more positive.
So what's next? Ah yes, chopping & the deconstruction of Daphne. Mwoar-ha-ha-hah! "