Embrace a life more colourful…

and comfortable

 

Isn’t life drab enough? Why not give yourself a boost from the moment you wake in the morning…?

 

I believe that textiles maketh a room, inasmuch as they humanise it. It’s hard to feel comfy and warm on a cutting edge concrete bench. Very often they have actual cutting edges. I love when a pattern seems to fall off a chair or a stool, tricking the eye and creating what I think of as a positive energy between the sitter and the settee. So I design patterns big and bold, and colourful. Who’d have thought that such a powerful pick-me-up would be so readily and easily accessible?

 

I chose Irish Linen as the ground for my designs owing to its long and illustrious history, its imperfect beauty, its durability and friendliness to the environment; and to support an age-old industry in Northern Ireland. That’s ticking quite a lot of my boxes. And because it reminds me of my Grandmother. She had a wonderful collection of Irish linen that I have been lucky enough to inherit. I think of her every time I touch it. This is why I aspire to create a collection that transcends trends, that will last, that may be passed down the generations, just like my Grandmother’s to me.

 

In an effort to be kind to our long suffering planet, and to reduce wastage and the number of trucks whizzing to and fro, my fabrics are printed to order and are despatched directly to you from William Clarke & Sons, the oldest surviving linen mill in Ireland. Another box ticked.

 

I feel very privileged to be able to follow my passion and I would love to help others do the same. So each year, I plan to ask an aspiring artist to create a design. All of the profits from the sale of the design will go to his or her studies/practice. Keep an eye on Musings for updates on their journey.

 

Why I design textiles

 

Mostly because of hope. Hope and new beginnings.

 

If you had told me that I would be designing textiles for a living even 3 years ago, I would have asked whether you’d fallen and hit your head on the way over to see me. You see, it’s more like textiles found me rather than the other way round. Looking back, it’s almost as if it was inevitable that I would end up doing what I’m doing, despite my best efforts to do something else entirely.

 

For a little over 10 years ago, in her infinite wisdom, the Universe decided that my life had really been far too mundane, you know career, marriage, house, nice holidays, the usual stuff, and was in need of a bit of a shake up.

 

I think the Universe got a little over excited with her project. It started slowly enough when, after less soul searching than I might have imagined, I decided to change career and study Art History. But then escalated as in what felt like the blink of an eye, I was suddenly jobless, my marriage of many years broke down, I was being treated for breast cancer (now, that was unexpected), and I had to move house. Four of the five most stressful things that can happen to a person in their lifetime, and I had them all at once. And I developed a frozen shoulder. That last one seemed a little petty on her part. Feeling more than a little battered by all of the above, recovery was slow.

 

It was during this time that I went to see David Hockney: A Bigger Picture at the Royal Academy in London. That was an EXPERIENCE. I reeled from room to room, drinking in the myriad shades of purples and reds, browns and greens, my eyes hardly wide enough to encompass the variety and intensity of colour. I finally truly understood Paul Klee – “Colour is the place where our brain and the Universe meet.” I have not experienced immersion in colour in that same intense, trippy way since. But I have become much more attuned to the effect of colour on me, both in what I wear and in the tints, shades, and tones I surround myself with. I was inspired to embrace a life more colourful, right down to my underwear… and suddenly the world opened up before me.

 

One day not long after moving into my new flat, I was sitting with my mother in the café at my favourite interiors shop, when I spied an ad for a job vacancy. I have had a passion for interiors and interior design for as long as I can remember. My mother was a doer upper but never quite finisher of houses, so my love of all things interior was ignited early, along with an amazing tolerance of dust. I decided to apply for what I thought would be a nice, gentle job at the fabric showroom. And so it was. But it was also something else, for here I fell hopelessly, madly, in love with textiles. Here was art that you could touch, wear, curl up in, sit on. Here was something that can actively enrich your life, if you choose the hues, shades, and tones that truly appeal to you rather than following the dictates of fashion. Here was everyday art.

 

Here began my life in textiles. One giant leap and small step later, I am designing my own. I’ve never been happier.

 

If you would like to know the story behind the first of my designs, have a read of On meaning. Additional bespoke colour ways and designs can be created. Do get in touch if you would like to discuss possibilities. Or just get in touch. I’d love to hear from you.

 

All best wishes