Yesterday, in desperate need of some exercise, I walked on from my Doctors to Woodthorpe Park which is a mile or so from where I live. I spent much of my early teen years in the park, meeting friends in the evening and school holidays so it was strange to revisit 30 years later in the daytime when the few visitors were walking their dogs. The pitch and putt was closed as the ground was frozen over, the swings empty but looking very different to the kind we got to play on.
Anyway, the point of the visit was to explore the Tropical House for inspiration.
Now, why is it that when I spend years playing with fibre manipulation, mother nature always wins hands down?
Shes a dab had at pattern as well!
Talking of texture and pattern, I'm going to sort out more of my past work soon, want to see it?
Also I tried to crochet but was unsuccessful so next stop is a one handed embellisher attempt, will keep you informed.