Woke up this morning to the very first snow of the season! It's so beautiful and everything feels so calm and quiet. 

The vernissage for "Am I still in the power of the demon? (Did my preserver never come?)" was held last night to a great success! Wonderful turn out and two newspaper interviews, we were all very pleased. 

The show was a collection of fibres-based works that explore the elements of nature, personal archive, history and reinvention, while highlighting each artist's desire to preserve and protect.

We move through our lives collecting information and experiences, storing them (tangible or not) to use as guides for what is yet to come. We gather those that have been precious to us and bring them to the present in an attempt to conserve them. Through this process however, strange things can occur; our memories become mottled and distorted, taking on fantastical forms- our attempt to preserve our histories seem to inherently modify them. This show asks the question- is preserving our histories useful? Will we learn from it? O will it just bind us to the demons of our pasts?