When I was a child and upset, I’d rub the fabric of a blanket between my finger and thumb. It gave me such comfort. I’d do it if I was sad or scared, sick or in hospital for an operation. I particularly liked the ones with satin edging at the top - the smooth feeling contrasted with the rough of the blanket gave me particular pleasure. Gave me something beautiful to hold on to.

Guess what we’ve got on our bed right now? Yep, you guessed right. I find such gentle certainty in its weight and texture, in its imperfect squares. Thank you, dear blanket.

[Something beautiful to hold on to, 2020 is availalbe as a limited edition studioprint]