when I said I was an artist-in-residence that did not paint.
So followed lots of pondering and soul-searching and engaging with the inner critic.
An acrostic poem (or a near approximation) came to mind ...
Here I am, Stitching with soul
Engaging with visitors
Articulating with textiles
Touching the heart
Wrestling with angels
Arranging a welcoming environment
Rummaging through fabrics (my paintbrush)
Machining with meaning
Experimenting with design
I am a woman, Running with wolves