Stuffed and stuffing.

Stuffed from the excesses of Christmas it is nevertheless to stuffing that I turn at the beginning of the New Year. The ‘body’ is a challenge and I can feel myself shying away from the edge, procrastination and dillydallying threaten to win me round. But I know that the black, prickly horsehair packing will draw me in to its visceral heart and get me locked back into my work once again…the irresistible draw of the corporeal.

stuffed

stuffed

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