Walking the dog today and looking at the bare branches of
the trees reminded me of this piece of lace I made a while ago. Based on nerves
rather than branches it still reminds me of this bare, raw season of the year
and the feeling of wind and rain tearing everything off the trees, leaving
things exposed and vulnerable. It also seemed quite apposite to a time of
lockdown and isolation. It’s made of needle lace cordonets and I kept the
frayed ends to embed into silk paper and also to reference the title of the
piece. As you can tell I’m not an autumn person but I am trying to tune in to
the beauty of the season by reading the anthology on Autumn compiled by Melissa
Harrison and it is changing my view. I’d always thought of autumn as just a wet
cold time we had to get through in the run up to Christmas and then look
forward to the spring but Melissa has shown me that it can also be a time of
renewal and beauty.
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