All making paused for a while in February. My oldest and closest friend Lewis died. He took his own life.
He was a mountain biker and loved the forest and that has given me a way through all of this. We gathered branches and greenery from the forest to place on his coffin and later returned them to a lovely sheltered spot by a badger’s sett where we can go and sit and remember him.
And I’ve been working on a hand stitched piece in his memory – shots of work in progress below. These are fragments of natural fabrics that I’ve dyed with plant material and rust, simply stitched in a way that feels reminiscent of the movement of the wind, the trees and the light in the forest. I’ve found great comfort sitting stitching and thinking of him; the whole piece feels like my thoughts and memories embodied in physical form with its gentle colours and soft edges. It’s a long narrow strip like a narrative unwinding and I’m considering whether to tie it to a tree or bury it in the woods. In some ways I’d like to keep it by me but somehow I feel that leaving it for the forest to engulf might be most appropriate and a good way to say goodbye.