This weekend I’ve been working on some collage linked to my poetry. The poems are from a group I’m writing (work in progress ) which seem to have taken on the title, Clothes My Mother Made Me.
My mother was a dressmaker who earned her living making clothes for other people, as well as herself, and our house was always full of sewing: yards of fabric, tissue paper patterns, buttons, facings, pins, tape measures, sylko… and the ever present whirr of the treadle – and later the electric – sewing machine. In these poems I’ve been exploring the person she was and my relationship with her.
In my collage, as well as using printing techniques, I’ve incorporated vintage patterns, remnants from my daughters bespoke wallpapers, silk thread and text from my poetry. I’m hoping to develop some pieces to form part of an exhibition next year.
From Selkie
…but your silver dress hung, seal skin on dry land until
the day I opened the wardrobe to find it gone
I love the collages, Avril.
Thanks Geri – I’m still working on them but got lots of wrting to do too.
A
OMG you star!!!!!!! Beautiful, I’m blown away….. xx
Glad you like – the pattern was a brilliant inspiration!
I loved this post – the images and the words are transformed in a mysterious way into a new whole with a new and deeper meaning. It’s as though you have created a new form. This is a gem. wxx