Sue Hagley – Artist and Maker
Follow me as I learn the art of Botanical Illustration – that is my intention but I suspect it may not work out as I expect. This is a new venture for me as I have been a maker of things rather than a maker of images. My earliest and fondest memories are of making things with my Omi and my mother, I learned to knit, crochet, embroider and make clothes from these skilled needlewomen. I drew as a child and later went to art college where I studied Fine Art Ceramics. Life took over after college and children, houses and gardens took over for many years but during that time the stitching continued and I became a quilt maker (I will write about my quilts and post some pictures in the future). Later, I gave up making quilts (I might write about that decision one day too) and a became a craftswoman without a craft, I was lost and searching……….I tried knitting, spinning, dyeing, beadwork, felting but nothing, just nothing came close to the joy I had from making quilts. Then it came into my mind that I should pick up the drawing activity more seriously again and decided that plants should be my subject. I started drawing but soon realised that there was a problem – I could not see well enough to record the plants in the way I wanted, so I stopped and was back at square one. Cataracts were the problem and in 2012 I had surgery on the cataracts and had my eyesight returned to me, better than it had ever been before for which I am really grateful. Now I had no excuse, and early in 2013 I picked a snowdrop and picked up my pencil…………………….
This blog will cover my early efforts and log my progress as I (hopefully) improve. It won’t just be drawing as I am continuing to learn felt making and I am using my drawings as reference for my felt pieces. It will probably cover things happening in the garden and in the countryside around. I suspect it might even cover some cooking and cycling – my other two obsessions…….
There’s a thread you follow. It goes among
things that change. But it doesn’t change.
People wonder about what you are pursuing.
You have to explain about the thread.
But it is hard for others to see.
When you hold it you can’t get lost.
Tragedies happen; people get hurt
or die; and you suffer and get old.
Nothing you can do can stop time’s unfolding.
You don’t ever let go of the thread.
By William Stafford, from The Way It Is