It was Wirksworth Festival this weekend and I decided to clear out my space and fill it with the contents of my brain. One side, an installation, dedicated to my current thoughts on time; twists and turns of delicate wire and a flash of blue rope. Objects, shapes and natural forms suggested pivotal moments and fragments of words reflected the in betweens of now; the getting from thought to action and then quick reflection. The other side of my space celebrated a colourful medley of framed illustration and ceramic goodies. Being the first port of call for most people, aside from the cake, visitors delighted in the sensory overload with smiles and laughter. Always my favourite part of exhibiting!
As always, the Haarlem gang pulled together to keep the coggs turning, from helping set up to filling tummies with soup and cake, keeping coffee flowing and just supporting each other in whatever way we can. It reminded me that Haarlem is not just a place to work and grow individually, it is a place of collectivism, it is a place of nurture. It is open and it is closed at the same time, like a good hug from a good friend. A happy Haarlem friend.