I have some of my weaving experiments propped against a wall in my living room … to offer inspiration, encouragement for more exploration.
I’m very particular about how I display them … the orientation (landscape, portrait), the ordering of the colours, the order of the panels.
I’ve had to come to accept that my cleaners don’t have a photographic memory to remember how the panels were before they moved them to dust … and so, on cleaning day, I return home to find them rearranged quite randomly.
It has been known to cause me angst. Though now I think I’ve come to appreciate the new perspectives an unexpected reordering can give me.