I have been absent for quite a while now. A lot needed to change and a lot has. A lot of lessons have been learnt and not and there has been a lot of happiness and sadness along the way. Besides being fairly busy I have felt like I haven't been able to contribute a great deal to my art making. This is thankfully changing now. I taught myself to crochet (albeit very basically for now) and this has tied in with a few markers in my life that have caused change. I am still struggling with the changes, however, have felt that the crochet and the medium with which I am constructing these strips can form a physical manifestation of the thing that isn’t tangible in my life but at the moment seems to be consuming it. The act/art/tradition of crochet and knitting is to create something that warms, comforts, protects. Three things I am deliberately not allowing the strips to do, through the various household strings, strimmer thread and lengths of washing line. I haven’t decided yet how to present the strips. It has to demonstrate that physicality cannot console the intangible.