I embarked upon this latter phase of my textile journey via quilting, and lots of what I do can technically be regarded as a quilt ( it's got all the ingredients of a sandwich) but when they are done I so often feel that work is crying out for a traditional frame. My friend Rob, he of the re-purposed chairs (see last post) says that a good picture deserves a frame and a bad one needs it.
Now I'm not sure which part of the last statement my work falls into, I'm hoping the former, but Rob is very complimentary about a lot of my work, which is very encouraging as he is both an alumni and ex tutor of the Camberwell School of Art while I am just a dabbler (though more and more I am coming to regard myself as an artist).
Anyway, you may recall that back in the frantic month if June when output was at a frenetic level I created this piece.
Well, it went to my favourite framer, who doesn't baulk when I tell him that I want bits hanging over the edge, and I picked it up last Sunday week(which was a good job too because its a present for a friend getting married and the wedding was last weekend).
And in this case framing takes it to a different level, I believe. (though I must learn how to take photographs of pictures!)
I hope she likes it!