Where do ideas come from? I only know the beginning of the answer. For this work I started with two thoughts.First I have been thinking about fairy tales, as Molly’s work takes me there, and so this old window made me think of Rapunzel. And then I have had this Yeats in my head – love you for yourself alone and not your yellow hair. It felt as if the two things were some sort of obsessive love story.
As I added the thread to the window screen I was thinking about Penelope weaving and about Arachne of course. I feel so linked to the generations of women before me with their thread in hand, spinning straw into gold.
I wanted to add the text. It seemed right to scratch it into the surface, the way you scratch your first love into a schooldesk.
And now it is finished. So I began and the work finished itself. I don’t really know how the ideas come together in my head, or why those ideas. All I know is when the work feels right, it leads, I follow.