Afternoons passed as I coaxed the diaphanous wisps to approach the needle, only to watch the cranky old machines turn on them, snatching and biting. This won’t hurt a bit, I’d promise and, moments later, have to rescue another gnarled ball of silk from the pit underneath the needle where the ‘feed dogs’ lived.
This is my favourite illustration. X
Thank you, Sinead. That one was actually the last one I did. More to come and a few ideas for a new series of sketches in mind…Stay tuned. 🙂