My work is unplanned. I weave as I reflect. I find inspiration in the ruins of what once must have been new: the patterns in damp and crumbling plaster; the remains of paint on decayed wood; rotting bark; broken carvings old stone and cob walls of Devon barns; fallen monoliths and ancient textile fragments that have survived the millennia.
If all creativity stems from dissatisfaction, maybe for me it is a dissatisfaction with the ugliness of much that is modern, and the ruin of what I imagine once to have been beautiful, but despite my weaving having roots in the past, I look forward to a future where we do not discard things because they are worn out or outmoded. Out of decay and disintegration I wish to express a sense of renewal.