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Why Textiles?

Textiles have a way of inviting you closer. I notice people who stop to look at my work feel an instinct to lean in, to look more carefully, sometimes even to reach out and touch. That response, curious and thoughtful, is very rewarding and sparks many conversations.

 

My journey with textiles has been a fairly familiar one; I learnt how to make clothes, patchwork, quilting and then fell in love with making art, in particular landscapes and seascapes. After trying watercolours and pastels I decided that I wanted to ‘paint’ with fabric , in particular scraps.

It might sound odd but I think scraps work well with my sense of memory; they make me think about the time and care invested in the textiles over the years: quite different to paint or other medium used to make art I think.  

I choose the scraps carefully and love how they become layered, stitched, unpicked, and reworked. Each scrap carries marks of its former ‘life’ as I manipulate and lovingly work them into their future.

Each art piece begins with an idea or a feeling/memory rather than a fixed outcome. I often start with sketches, photographs or sorting through a pile of scraps, sorted for their colour compatibility but I always allow space for the work to change as it develops.

Stitching, layering, and building a scene takes time. It allows me to think, to respond, take a step back and make decisions gradually. The use of a mount is crucial for making those next choices, be it colour, shape, adding textures or even changing a whole part of a landscape

I don’t aim to hide the fraying or make things overly neat. Slight irregularities can produce happy accidents – I try to go with the flow and see what happens – deciding whether it works and if necessary, unpick it later!!

Texture also plays a central role in my practice. It’s often the first thing people notice, even before colour or form. Raised stitches, layered fabric, metallic embellishments can catch the light differently and shift where you look.

I like the idea that a piece can shift depending on where you stand or how the light falls. Textile art doesn’t shout. It reveals itself slowly.

This is my first blog and it is my intention that it becomes a place for me to share more about my practice: the ideas behind the work, inspiration from my international travels and the materials I use – as well as the realities of running a textile art business  – about which I’m learning more every day.

It’s also a way to invite you into the process, rather than only showing finished pieces.

If you’re curious to see how these ideas take form, you can explore my current work here on British Craft House.

And if you choose to follow along, I’ll be very pleased to see you here in the future.

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Confessions of a fabric hoarder

Fabric piles 

Fabric literally surrounds us but, on a daily basis, most of us give it very little thought: unless you are a fabric hoarder of course!

It all started out fairly innocuously. I began sewing with a real passion as a teenager and for years made my own clothes. This continued throughout uni and I even made my own wedding dress.

Throwing any clothes away has always been a challenge: one of my biggest ‘binning’ regrets is the brown velvet coat from Whistles that I foolishly got rid of and the older I get the more reluctant I am to throw away fabrics, particularly those that are made from natural fibres such as wools and linens.

It’s interesting how fabric permeates our lives but most of the time we give it little or no thought or to the amount of resource required to produce it.  For me fabric also provides a context to the story of my life – whether it is cutting out the pieces for my wedding dress on the kitchen floor (don’t ask!), replicating a jacket worn by one of my favourite pop stars, the dressing up chest that we would raid as children or the old blankets and bedspreads that my grandma had. They are all anchors to moments in my life and are full of memories. I still have old, crocheted blankets that belonged to my husband’s grandma. I have old linens from a great-aunt and I still have my wedding dress, although I have yet to think of a way to repurpose that. I keep curtains that no longer fit the windows of house we now live in. I have a half embroidered (not by me) tea cosy someone never finished.


I can’t explain the joy of wandering round a fabric shop and being able to see and, more importantly, touch all the fabrics. Lock down has made this impossible and buying fabric online is not the same.

I have made curtains, done an upholstery course and then re-upholstered furniture and find myself going back to making clothes again, but my passion has become applique. I love the creative process and the fact that it feeds my need for fabric: I now have an excuse to have piles of different textiles options!

I find myself reluctant to bin even the smallest remnant of fabric and my applique is increasingly resembling micro-surgery as I incorporate even smaller bits of fabric

Now I have cupboards full of fabrics and my friends know never to throw anything away without checking with me first and even actively hunt items out for me!  I doubt I will ever get round to using it all and recently I did part with some to someone in the village who is making items to sell for charity. So, whilst I can feel slightly smug that I have managed to part with some it does, of course, mean I have room to acquire more!

 


Becky Morgan –
The Tulip House Nov 2020

https://staging.thebritishcrafthouse.co.uk/shop/the-tulip-house/