This week I took the Bristol quilt to the Joanna house, home of our first quilt of hope, where it has pride of place in their quiet room.
I’ve an idea I’ve been thinking about and playing with for some time, which I think can become something useful.
My biggest problem though is how to explain what’s in my mind… but here goes.
A few little things have happened recently that have brought back an old gripe of mine. That old feeling that as a Christian artist, one of the hardest hurdles is finding a sense of belonging in the church.