Reflections

Ahh, 2020 is nearly over. What a year, where to even begin with reflecting on it? Trying to make sense of the ‘new normal’ we seem to find ourselves in at the end of this year, I head to the place where I find it easier to form coherent thoughts; my spinning wheel. I start by cutting and breaking down the scraps of my last work, ready to spin them into new yarn for the new year. I card them with wool to hold them together, brushing and pulling them into submission. Now it is time to spin.

Getting started on my wheel is never straight forward. Every time it takes a little while to get comfortable; adjusting tension, position, posture. Eventually you slip into the rhythm, the bobbin is flying and your mind wonders. At harmony with the wheel, this sweet spot is the perfect time to reflect on the year. What have I learnt, what can I take forward and what should be left behind. These questions seem as important as ever this year as I head into the last six months of my degree, and am beginning to make plans for my Final Major Project. I’ve never been one for the whole ‘new year, new me’ narrative. Much like these scraps I’d rather evolve. 

So as spin these scraps and my mind becomes clear, I can pinpoint the ideas that I haven’t yet finished with, the ones that still linger in my mind, and I can let go of those that I’m satisfied with. And maybe, just maybe I’m ready to move on from Blue.