Lisa Raie

There is a wall slowly growing inside Studio Kre’at. It isn’t a gallery wall. It isn’t carefully styled. It is becoming a wall of remembrance. Today I took a scrappy little calico cross that I had stitched by hand some time ago. It was plain, unfinished, and beautifully ordinary. Then I reached for small scraps of green fabric pieces that whispered Ireland and I began slow stitching them onto the cross. Every stitch felt like a prayer. Not because the fabric is precious, but because of the...

“Hello, Today I stepped back into the podcast room and as I sipped tea and chatted I realised there are some rooms I return to again and again.”

This morning I wasn’t planning to make art. I was simply cleaning my studio table. The little scraps had gathered, as they always do. A few loose threads. An empty embroidery floss label. Tiny offcuts of fabric. A business card. Wisps of black cotton tangled together. Fragments that looked like they had already served their purpose. And yet… I couldn’t throw them away. Instead, I opened my altered book. There is something deeply freeing about these pages because they ask for nothing...