|Posted by cmgaylard on November 20, 2022 at 9:05 AM|
September was a month of glorius weather and the domestic chaos of co-ordinating three young adults and their worldly goods to return to second year of university, return to a final year of university after an internship, and a first job (after a post-graduate year and the immense spanner in the works that was COVID). I was back to the torch with my moths but then a clever friend brought a handful of natural treasures to my studio that included guinea-fowl feathers. A prompt to explore the delights of monochrome, minimalism and simple pattern. Plus an experienced nurse plucked my rejected memento-mori ring with an anatomical heart from obscurity (drawers of glass experiments and orphans) and was determined to have it.