The most important thing is the thing most easily forgotten
Is there something missing?
Retrace your steps
Remember those quiet evenings
Go outside. Shut the door.
Retrace your steps
On the evening of our arrival I read instructions to the other artists and asked them to respond spontaniously with a word. I collected their words
I had brought some roughly cut squares of cotton and some textile letter stamps. I sat on the floor, enjoying my close proximity to the sea, my perch above the path and the occasional surprise of passing walkers. I could have sat at the table or desk, both probably more comfortable, more practical, but there is something about sitting on worn, sun washed floorboards that takes me off to other times and places. Each square contains one word from an Oblique Strategies phrase - other words were from the initial conversation with my companions, a not quite acrostic but with poetic potential.
I initially tried to install these phrase by phrase,
out side against the render of the house
or on a washing line but the wind made it impossible.
Instead I used a series of wooden battens in the studio space and installed them phrase by phrase. It s a meditation on possibilities, time, change, chance and communication. I also included some tiny figures. Everything about the making was deliberately imperfect.
A kind of pilgrimage - walking on foot - tiny people
just like the 00 Gauge figures
I had brought in my kit of possibilities
installed the morning before our departure.
I shared the results with the others and was happy to find that each person really enjoyed the contemplative meander it allowed them to make, words connecting in random yet somehow meaningful ways. It was very hard to record photographically, the 6 am light made the fabric grey, the introduction of available extra lighting added some interesting shadows but threw out the whiteness of the fabric and the walls. Later in the day the light was slightly kinder.
Many thanks Brisons Veor truly "a residential workspace set in an inspiring and unique location, where creatives in any medium can take time out to work on a project, away from the day-to-day distractions of their home lives". Huge thanks also to Susan Williams MRBS for making this Residency possible, Gareth Williams and Andrew Rushton for their words and encouragement.
Working on four previously pre-felted samples I created two lengths of felt and fabric. Textures and layers inspired by explorations of Cape Cornwall hedgerows, walls, rocks, shoreline, sea and boulders. The work is called Our Allotted Span.
and around and on Brisons Veor - both installations
made under very windy conditions.
Also made in memory of Joan and Alick Rushton
who are represented by each length
I was assisted by their son Andrew, my partner, we remembered their union, their lives and the complexity of all human relationships. We made the final temporary installation on the bench we sat on and looked out to sea, thinking of the two of them sitting together, look out to the horizon and listening to the conversations of wind, waves and birdsong.
“We draw ever nearer to our allotted span of time, bidding it farewell as it trails off " Haruki Murakami - Sputnik Sweetheart
"Human beings are allotted their appointed span of time; the Lord gives, and He takes away" (Job 1:21)
"When I consider the brief span of my life absorbed into the eternity which precedes and will succeed it—memoria hospitis unius diei praetereuntis (remembrance of a guest who tarried but a day)—the small space I occupy and which I see swallowed up in the infinite immensity of spaces of which I know nothing and which know nothing of me, I take fright and am amazed to see myself here rather than there: there is no reason for me to be here rather than there, now rather than then" Blaise Pascal