Pattern and process; making and meditation.

My very earliest memory is fleeting and hazy like a dream…. I was stood by a front door and my big brother was turning to walk away down the hall…. but the most vivid part of the memory is as clear as day, the pattern on his little sleeveless jumper…. it was navy blue with pinkish purple vertical rectangles that kind of over lapped and blended in together (a bit like the upholstery on old-school bus seats)…. I must have been two or three and thirty odd years on I can picture it like it was here in front of me.

Over the years I can remember lots of patterns that have stuck firmly in my mind…. clothes I had as a child, my turquoise, insanely intricate¬†childhood bedroom carpet, my therapist’s carpet,…. in fact a heck of a lot of carpets! and remembering these patterns takes me briefly into emotions that I experienced at the time…. and it seems the more complex or difficult the emotions, the more vivid and detailed the memory of the pattern.

I’ve often wondered if that’s what draws people to retro and vintage objects… that they evoke emotions experienced in times past…. sometimes comforting, sometimes painful, but all part of our personal process.


Buddhist mandalas are used as a way of meditating and focusing the mind…. either in creating them or looking at them…. and I wonder if we use other patterns in the same way without ever realising it….. the lines and colours, the shapes and repetition give our senses something to focus on and some grounding that allows our emotions to wander contained.

Who’d have thought that a bit of Hornsea pottery on your kitchen table would help you manage your feelings whilst being told off for not eating your greens!? But I think it probably did…..

Recently I bought a job lot of old Swedish tapestries…. I know the old lady that I bought them from had a huge collection, but I don’t know if she made them all herself or for how long she had them….. her daughter was selling them for her as she was moving into a care home…. and when I look at them I wonder what the daughter’s relationship to them was…. were they like familiar old friends that had been there as she had grown up…..

and when I think about all the work that went into each one (I bought five,,, but there were many more) I wonder what processes each tapestry saw through with their maker…. what feelings were given a space a wander while each stitch came together and what comfort was drawn from the repetition of the stitch, of the pattern and in the final sigh when the piece was finished.

I hope that I can give these tapestries the home they deserve and I wonder what processes they will see me through when my eyes rest on them hanging there.



Lovely Day Out

Today I went to Saltaire (World Heritage Site)

I’ve been there many times before for conferences and meetings when I used to work in the area and visiting friends who used to live there; but today I went as a tourist for a lovely day out. I sat by the river with the view above and ate a huuuuge ice cream whilst listening to the weir and feeling the cold breeze it made.

I visited Salts Mill and saw the Hockney exhibition and shopped ’til I dropped…. well I bought a few bits including this amazing book

which is full of gorgeous vintage floral textile patterns and includes a CD so you can print them off and use them for crafts….. perfect! (Lovely bestie C bought me a couple of these books with vintage wallpaper patterns some years ago… they’re such a good idea.)

I also bought a couple of novels as I’m starting to get back into reading again (the amount of reading we did on the psychoanalysis course had led me to taking a break from reading altogether…. it’s good to be back :) )

Then I took a rest and had a nice glass of wine…

and some really good fish pie

(which didn’t hang about too long!) …. I love the Hockney design in the Salts Diner, it made me think of my friend I who has a gorgeous old Dachshund called Pegaz :)

Then after a wander around an antique shop I went for a walk in the sun (yes sun! briefly…. whoop!) and fed some geese

saw a plucky little squirrel scampering about and I enjoyed some of the lovely architecture in the park

a very lovely day out indeed!

If you want to find out more about Saltaire and Salts Mill you can here