That’s it. I have stitched my last stitch, ends tied in, loose threads trimmed. Photos taken.
All of a sudden it’s done…and I feel quite bereft.
(Then I remember the aching arms and the workroom that really needs tidying.)
My last job is to take it to the framer’s tomorrow. Anxious thoughts..will it stretch well over the frames. Will the three pieces ‘marry up’ as I intend them to? Will there be any last minute ‘touch up’ jobs to do?
There’s been some choppy waters – broken needles, manipulating large pieces of fabric through the small space of a sewing machine, time speeding by…aching limbs after stitching for hours on end, sometimes I felt it would overcome me but I kept on going
Until finally, this week has seen me speeding towards the conclusion of more than three months of workshops, planning, drawing and stitching.
And then all of a sudden, the harbour is in sight, Journey’s End indeed.
I’ve learnt so much through this project, stretching myself as an artist , working around issues of size and scale, incorporating other people’s stories into one theme, planning and delivering everything to a deadline. It has been a joyous task to work on, thank you everyone for the opportunity.
But now its time to move on, the April showers are holding back and I’m off to enjoy the sunshine. The triptych will be unveiled later this month and then I’ll write about the meaning behind the imagery, with photos of it in situ at Heaton Baptist Church.
Now, I think I left my family somewhere under a pile of fabric! Better go and find them!