New work

Here it is May already, and much longer since the last post, than I had wanted. Never mind, only looking forward.

The work I've been showing in progress, is nearing the finishing line, and it will be satisfying to complete, mostly because I'm sick of it. It's very, very soft and floppy, and I worry that it won't hang flush with the wall. I'm thinking and thinking about how to stiffen it, given that the quilting is already virtually completed. I'll work it out and then put it up here.

Meanwhile, I started AND completed the next. Something of a wonder for me! I'm planning a series, so this is number 1.

Deeper and deeper 1

59x63cm

Fabric and beads

Detail picture

And yes, I've discovered the wondrous world of hypnotherapy. I don't think I've ever been so relaxed before, while awake. 

And it is very necessary right now, as my mood downturn has deepened. I'm actually really battling. Artwork is only being made, because without it, I would fall apart. Artwork is being made, during time I probably should be studying, and at the cost of how well I will do in exams. A deliberate decision. I have some leeway, as I did well in the last exam, so I have a better idea of how much is expected.

I'm having some trouble working out if this is another mood episode, or a (hopefully temporary) response to the stress of the studies. Maybe it's both. Medication is up, which is giving horrible side-effects of a foggy head and dizziness, neither of which are conducive to learning. My concentration has become so terrible that it drifts off continuously, and I'm not catching or understanding much of what happens in class. I cry at the drop of a hat and feel clumsy and useless at the practical aspect. 

I've wondered if I am trying to do something which doesn't play to my strengths, once again. If I should carry on with it. Not sure what will happen, or how to tackle it, but I have made contact with a psychologist, so here's hoping I can figure out a way through, with help.

Weekends are little oases, with the life-giving waters and nourishment of creating. While there's freedom to create, there is hope.
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(Oh, and I did get my purse back - with everything in it. )