When you have lost, are in grief and the world you know has gone, you resist, placate, get angry, feel depressed and experience guilt. Your body and brain is exhausted and you drag them through the day. You are glad of each hour passing and yet life continues – trees burst into flower, birds sing…
These blankets draw on that experience. Sewn to try and out feelings that my body struggled to hold. The phrases they feature were said to comfort or mantras I said to myself. They were exhibited at Bromley House Library, used in supporting Leap of Faith at YSP, Exchange at the Turner Prize and for No one’s coming to save you
4 embroidered, patchworked, crocheted, quilted blankets.
All made to fit a single bed.