Maybe because I am a hoarder, or Mum survived Berlin at the end of the war,
but I can relate to Geta Bratescu.
She is one year older than Mum, and like Mum, had to flee the bombs and Russians,
taking whatever she could with her.
Some of the things Greta took have become art like these stitched pieces.
I think it's a whole lot more.
She is still producing work, like other art contemporaries of her vintage - Yoko Ono
and Yayoi Kasuma.
if it's the fabric or the stitched marks that need to come forward...
So I keep stitching, knowing that in the process the piece will tell me what it wants.
Much like writing, sometimes knowing where you're going spoils the destination.
There are three of these stitched collages on the table, rotating about as if in
conversation. One becomes quiet to allow the others to speak.
What is speaking to you, right now?