Tack plays a surprisingly important role in my creative life and its' absence can lead to absolute brain freeze. Sounds dramatic, but given how much time I spend in front of my computer...and particularly when browsing, rather than typing like I am now, my left hand will always search out for the same piece of sticky, malleable blu tack that enjoys permanent residency next to my keyboard. As you can imagine, it is pretty grim now, many months down the line.
But unless my left hand is busy squidging, moulding and creating shapes with it, the rest of me feels utterly bereft. And if the piece of blu tack goes missing, as has been known in the past, it can send me in to bouts of anxiety that far exceeds what is entirely necessary or acceptable. And as such, Mum's weird obsession means blu-tack has an elevated status in our house. So I bought them their own supply of new, clean blu tack so they would leave me to my own rather gross, smelly blob.
It's a bit silly really...but without it, I am at a loss. So I thought I'd come out of denial, celebrate its existence and embrace my neediness of it!!
Anyway, after much kneading and squeezing, some fun ideas are taking shape for level three...I like these early stages, where the blank paper is beginning to colour with splats of random thoughts, ideas and threads and anything is possible.