Thursday, 20th November
“It’s the most terrifying day of your life, the day the first one is born. Your life, as you know it, is gone. Never to return. But they learn how to walk, and they learn how to talk, and you want to be with them. And they turn out to be the most delightful people you will ever meet in your life”
I feel the same way.
Lost In Translation, 2003, directed by Sofia Coppola.
I watched it this evening.
The Bill Murray character says it to the Scarlett Johansson character.
The letters were cut from Completely London, most were part of an illustration by Harry Malt/ Debut Art.
I like to make art from stuff nobody else wants. Stuff from the bin. Stuff with a secret history.
I absolutely never cut up books which could otherwise be read, or clothes which could otherwise be worn. Nor, do I erase the blemishes left by life. I cherish life’s blemishes.
A few years back, I bought six vintage linen napkins in a charity shop, for the meagre sum of two pounds. So far, I have turned three of my napkins into sewn diaries, using fast food leaflets, old magazines and books.
Each of my napkins represents a month, with a different entry for each day. For example, the day Lynda Bellingham died, I added the Oxo box from my kitchen cupboard.
November is my fourth napkin this year, the others are June, May and October. Some of them can be found in my shop.