My kitchen has been filled with the most beautiful fragrance this past week. I brought a couple of twigs back from my parents’ garden (Viburnum, I now know) and they have these delicate pink and white flowers on them, a bit raggle tangle and scruffy, but gorgeous with it. They have been quite a focus this week and their perfume has been such an antidote to the grey damp weather outside the house.
In a pink frame of mind I made the most of a load of avocados that needed eating and used their skin and pits to dye some strips of paper and fabric. Again, this was a creative antidote to the period of relative inactivity over Christmas. I didn’t want to just dye the strips, I wanted to make lines along them. I am more concerned with mark and changes in quality of the dyed mark than getting an all-over colour.
The skewers were to help my little tubes stand up in the dye bath. Once dyed I enjoyed playing about with the arrangement of the bundles. They stood up beautifully and had an almost ceramic quality to the forms (reminded me a little of Edmund de Waal’s lined up pots).
There was a playfulness to the process, which I enjoyed. The kitchen table was experiencing quite a lot of playfulness at the time – look carefully and you’ll find a stork sitting on top of a crocodile: part of my son’s and my drawing project over the holidays.
The rolls are still drying out. I’m looking forward to opening them up once they’ve properly done so.