(This post is going to involve me trying to remember how to put photos on. It might be a bit of a train wreck – in fact it has already disappeared twice and this is the third time I’ve typed this. This time I am going to save a draft before buggering about with html, really I am.)
Anyway. Last weekend I had a rare day to myself and went to an artist’s workshop at my favourite local craft centre. It was a really good day, led by the lovely Becky Adams (about whom more in a later post I think), who taught us all how to make lotus fold books. (Which is a heck of a lot easier than you might imagine on seeing one.) The theme of the day (if there was a theme, in the end everyone goes in their own direction at these things, which is what is so fun) was memory and story. People made some really beautiful things. Some very profound narrative, others just having fun with colour and texture etc. I made a present for my mum, who is 80 today, telling a little story from my childhood. And here it is:
*presses ‘save draft’ before proceeding*
These (try to) show you what the book looks like when it’s opened. This one has only three pages but still looks pretty good. Becky showed us one she’d made with 8 pages which sort of blossomed when she opened it up – really beautiful.
*takes deep breath, presses ‘publish’*
(only one edit, not bad)