A Few Images from today’s walk for Andover Loves Me Back;
Some stories witnessed, collected, shared and spun today in Andover;
“I was born in Andover. I went away a few times but I always came back and always call it HOME.”
” I was a nurse, he was in the RAF, we met…We have been together for 44years…She is wonderful!”
” A paraplegic man bumped into a blind man’s stick; they have to talk: sorry, I am in wheelchair”
” Two old Gurkha ladies walking very slowly on the side of the Newbury road. Mother and daughter. They see me spin as I approach them. They smile at me, smile at each other. I sense that they know exactly what I am doing”.
I spun stories from the other side, reading the grave stones of St Mary’s church. I cried the story in my yarn, awakening long gone memories of joy and sorrow, testimonies left by loved ones;
“Eleanor died when 13 months old”
Spinning the red yarn awakens emotions and stains my hands and dress; another way for the artist to make a mark.