Saturday, 31 December 2016

New Years eve


Only my third day of stitching; I'm still pondering how this will work, but trying not to overthink, just let it become what it wants to become.


People are getting ready for the New Year celebrations, during my evening walk, as dusk began to settle and the jackdaws clattered about in the trees finding their roost for the night, 


an enthusiastic burst of fireworks sent them all, en masse, into the sky whirling and swooping in great fluid motions. Fly stitch seems to lend itself to expressing this.


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