I guess I'm being a little naughty, in that I'm writing retrospectively now. But before we were set our second exhibition brief, I completely hit a block.
I've been working with foil as a material for what feels like forever now and I was suddenly afraid that it just wasn't enough. Thank goodness it was such a beautiful, bright day. I grabbed my sketchbook and a roll of foil and headed to this little green patch two minutes up the road. All I could think was, 'I have nothing except this foil. And I need to do something.'
So I did something. Before I could even think, my fingertips were working a piece of the foil around the arm of the bench I was sitting on.
I just had to wrap something.
Sitting back, I surveyed the newly sparkling iron. I took a deep breath, put my sketchbook into my bag and decided it was time to go home.
I turned to look as I headed back across the green and smiled at the glistening silver I'd left behind.
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