Madge Gill

Saw Madge Gill work at the William Morris gallery this week. I love her textiles. How were they made? They don’t lay flat. Look worn. Detailed. Magic in their complexity. So tactile. Weight. Cover up the boredom of repetition by tiny changes in the combined whole. I saw a photo of her wearing a dress she made out of her work. It was so personal. So exciting. The personal in clothing is difficult. Too many mirrors, magazines, internet. They crush us personally.