I actually forgot I started this and found it half done. Way back when some dude had a go at me for having arthritis and not moving fast enough and then the next day I was called narcissistic for using my own body in my work I made this because I thought it was ironic I was assumed to think so much of my body when it just bothers me all the time, it’s always in some kind of pain, letting me down, being judged. I definitely don’t think highly of it, or particularly lowly, it’s just the only body I have free and easy access to. I figured I would make myself a goddess even if just in embroider, on a napkin. It didn’t work very well. The pattern and inks are distracting. It’s just one of those projects I did loads of prep for, photos, inking, sourcing the fabrics, sketching, choosing the threads, and then lost interest in when I didn’t love it. I think I was also doing other things I loved more. I actually like the back of it better. Maybe I just forgot what the point of it was. I try to just walk away when things arent sparking joy. I did sketch out another one so I am going to do that on the machine as a test for more detailed work so at least it wont go to waste. I might use the other photographs to do some work on paper as I miss drawing and experimenting.





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