Feeling grateful with the grid

I realise how fortunate I am to have a studio space where I can leave pieces-in-the-making around, and even more fortunate to have a husband who is also an artist.

I began preparing these grid pieces a while ago and really enjoyed them to begin with; and then lost my mojo. I couldn't see that they made any sense except as something nice to look at. So they sat and they sat and they sat. I kept walking by them, looking at them, wondering about them.

And then I started walking by them without looking at them. Not good.

They were very nearly scooped up and thrown into a drawer for another time, when Barry and I sat down to a cuppa together and he asked how they were going. I explained that I was almost ready to give up! He went on to rhapsodise about them and the story he felt they told, and how things really did come together.

I can't explain it all just yet, but he was right.

I felt so re-energised by that chat, that I dived in and moved things around, I worked out how I could tell the story I now wanted to tell, I burnt more squares, changed the paper, changed the layout, got the sewing machine out and told a story.

What a relief.

So here is how they look now.  Still not finished, still with more layers of story to be told, but they have morphed again into a new and different piece. Stronger and better. And the story is there, just not fully revealed yet.

For all of which, I am grateful.