The embroidery had been sitting in my Mom's basement for the last thirty years, and when she came across it last fall gave it to me in case I might want to do something with it. It was kind of appalling and fascinating at the same time to re-encounter something I had made so long ago. It was faded, stained and the moths had been at it, but I thought I would take it off its stretcher and see if I could refurbish it. Ah, it was not to be. The rust stains not only didn't wash out, they spread. I wasn't particularly attached to the piece, so I just threw it out.
I did take a couple of badly lit photos before it went, though, and I share them with you now as evidence that I have come full circle. Once again, I find myself working with archetypal Canadian images, and I am using wool on canvas in a painterly way.
I think that my skills have improved over the intervening thirty-seven years. I have learned a few things about design, concept and technical processes. I can't help but wonder if I wouldn't have had a more successful career if I had just stuck with textiles from the beginning, instead of roaming off in all directions. But I have come back to the path, and hopefully the knowledge and experience I have gained in all my travels will add a depth and resonance to the work I do now.