It was quite a surreal day...
Firstly I started looking up images of the british army, and monprinting from the print outs. Then I decided to look at my cousins regiment. Just as I was reading, the radio started to play "I Can See Clearly Now" by Jonny Nash. This was the song Simon picked to be played at his funeral if he was ever killed in battle, and obviously his wishes were honoured and we did. Tears welled up in my eyes...of all the songs to come on while I'm looking at his batalion. It was a wonderful feeling. It was a sign. I don't care if people don't believe.I always have. Things like this happened to me when my nan passed away too and I have no ounce of doubt that they watch over me.
Then on my way home...the first two people I saw as I left the studio were two women wearing poppies, not that unusual at this time of year I know, but then I turned the corner....3 SOLDIERS IN FULL UNIFORM were at the train station.
This all in the week of rememberance day, and Simons birthday which is saturday. Hes here. I know he is.
Anyway, with me researching my family tree, and the obvious family ties to the military, along with the pain it has brought the subject has been on my mind a lot the past year. It's has also been a regular topic in family conversation. I'm a true believer in making work about what I know best: myself, my family, my friends and the experiences that have effected us. I wanted to channel this and I'm planning on making a stitched piece, like a tapestry with machine drawings, almost telling a story of my family and our military connection.