She Can Wait

This piece speaks of loss and betrayal and resilience.

I had a really monumentally difficult two years 2018/19. Every kind of shit was thrown at me, and there were long periods of swirling white noise when happiness seemed to belong in another world and I felt powerless and vulnerable. But even in the darkest of times, a small part of me kept faith that I would ultimately emerge, not only ok, but resplendent. 

I just had to wait.   

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This piece is made from layered and appliqued fabrics on a linen base, machine and hand-embroidered with metallic thread. The ruins beyond the central figure are there for the viewer to interpret as they wish- but I see a cave, ragged pennants and a weatherbeaten throne. 




 

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