Hand stitch invites the viewer to touch as much as look and touching helps with thinking because it breaches the gap between the body and the mind. It links emotion with thoughts.
As I stitched, a powerful self-portrait appeared on the reverse side; an inside out, sensual, raw-edged messiness that contradicts the competent dress I had drawn on the front.
This piece challenges thinking, even as it shouts it, and lays out the process of making as most important. Yes, the work came from my mind and hand but it also came from my inner self and is a portrait of my own dualism. Part of me thinks too much, the other just does it.
The best thing? IT's DONE!