Showing posts with label cycling. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cycling. Show all posts

Saturday, 12 April 2014

Marking A Fine Line Finally Installed!



It's been quite a long journey from idea to installation


I've worked with many lovely people and you can 


Most of all I must thank my wonderful volunteers Carolyn, Ricky and Mark who took such care in creating the woodwork and gave so much time to the installation and to the Green Patch for letting us use a poly tunnel this winter as a temporary workshop. It fill my heart to think of all the time and effort they gave!


Also huge thanks to Ranger Dan Hurst


 who got us up and down the 


Brampton Valley way in many variable weathers!




The Frost panel was the trickiest to install


but with Spring in full swing,


blossom appearing along the Way,

 

lambs and lush greenery

 

don't let the moss grow under your feet


take to your bikes and ride!

Friday, 13 April 2012

Day Five - It is Done!



Cover - fabric map design 'Jensen', produced by Liberty (also used in Miles & Dacombe Ticket Exchange bags) recurring maps - showing sections of the Manifold Valley in Derbyshire









 

Note to self - it really is time to....









 All pages stuffed to bursting and ready to post to Brooklyn on Monday.
I worry that things may tear, fall out or come unstuck
and that I haven't made this very easy to scan
but I've loved making it and hope 
others will enjoy it too.

You can see it here

or check it out from the Brooklyn Art Library Call Number: 187.16-9


Wednesday, 30 November 2011

The Butterfly Net & The Bottle Cage

During one of my Snibston visits I brought my friend Sarah with me as I though she would really enjoy the diverse nature of the collections to be found in the museum. 
Together we tested out all of the interactive elements we could find. The skeletal cyclist and the plasma ball were particularly enjoyable.
On the same visit we spoke to John on the front desk and asked him to tell us more about the work of the miners and the nature of the community that existed before the pit closure. He had been in the navy and when he left he became a miner. He told me that it was “the best, the funniest, the hardest job” and he had loved the camaraderie he shared with his workmates.
He told us about an old mining tradition – when a young man started in the mine he would cut a piece of wood from a beam and take it home as kindling. This kindling was known as cock wood. I was curious about the role the women played in the community and he said they really ruled the roost as they looked after the money, kept the home and hearth going.
This made me think about the male and the female, the mining and the fashion collections and also of the symbolism of the Earth Mother which Encyclopedia Britanica describes as follows:-

"Earth Mother,  in ancient and modern nonliterate religions, an eternally fruitful source of everything. Unlike the variety of female fertility deities called mother goddesses, the Earth Mother is not a specific source of vitality who must periodically undergo sexual intercourse. She is simply the mother; there is nothing separate from her. All things come from her, return to her, and are her.
The most archaic form of the Earth Mother transcends all specificity and sexuality. She simply produces everything, inexhaustibly, from herself. She may manifest herself in any form. In other mythological systems she becomes a more limited figure. She becomes the feminine Earth, consort of the masculine sky; she is fertilized by the sky in the beginning and brings forth terrestrial creation. Even more limited reflections of the Earth Mother occur in those agricultural traditions in which she is simply the Earth and its fertility."
At times I have I felt as though I've been moving through the museum like a child with a butterfly net, capturing ideas. Some thoughts are half-formed, slipping away as soon as I try to net them, whilst others shift and change  making different strings of meaning, leading me to more thoughts and ideas.
I am intrigued by the idea of connecting the male and the female, the mines and the corsetry, lightness and weight, fragility and strength. Coal and corset are also potent instruments of change and transformation. 
I've been contemplating layers, above and below, inside and outside (garment / mineshaft), power (mining, heat, energy, finance, status), tunnelling through - from soft surface to hard hot darkness. The pipes that carry heat, air or water have also been on my mind.
Then there are thoughts about the corset as support structure – like beams inside mines – holding the body up whilst creating a confined space inhabited by the body. I have been making visual notes to myself, trying to retain every spark that has been ignited by this journey.
The shift is still important, it lays beneath the corset giving the memory and illusion of freedom. Once the corset is removed, movement is freer but support is diminished. The mine shaft and the work of the miners share a similar dichotomy, the work is dangerous, the spaces are confining, yet the money earned, the skills required and the closeness of the workers offer certain freedoms. 
When I asked John what effect the pit closure had on Coalville and he said without the pit work the miners no longer bought their twist of tobacco from the tobacconist, their quarter of sweets from the sweetshop, their loaf of bread from the baker, it wasn’t only jobs that were lost, many other businesses were wiped away as livelihoods were intimately connected. 



Tuesday, 6 September 2011

Life Cycles

In August Mac Canonymous and I spent a lot of time cycling to get ready for the Bike Blenheim Pinkribbonride to raise funds for Breast Cancer Care. I went out on several solo expeditions round Geddington, Tywell and Cranford during the scattering of fine, warm days. It felt wonderful to be out with the birds, wildflowers and gently rolling, golden fields. Mac and I paid another visit, on two wheels, to Stanwick Lakes, there are only 7 miles of cycle paths in the country park, but there is a lovely visitor centre on the edge of the lake and the park itself is steeped in history. We started from Kettering, cycled to Stanwick Lakes, stopped for a picnic under this bridge near Higham Ferres then came back via Irthlingborough.


We also made another trip out and cycled along the towpath from Market Harborough to Foxton Locks, a mainly smooth ride, however most of the route is edged with trees and bushes, especially, hawthorne and bramble. Whilst pulling in to let another couple pass, my rear tyre made contact with several large thorns, so I was very glad to find that the Slime inner tubes Mac had recommended, really came into their own.


During the summer there was a festival of cycling at Wicksteed Park, some friends of mine used to come to the velodrome there in the 60's – I think the park is reopening it this year, but we couldn't find it.

Although we arrived after most of the activity had happened but there were still a few sights to be seen!


The Bike Blenheim event was a fabulous experience, very well organised and friendly. We arrived the day before and spent the hours before dusk following (and losing) the route and I must confess I was feeling pretty nervous. Mac had told me that the route wasn’t particularly hilly – hummm – it looked,to me, as though there were some pretty significant hills all the way round the circuit! Our hotel was reasonably priced but the room was deeply disappointing, hot noisy and cramped but the breakfast was good, setting us up for the rest of the day. There was a slight drizzle to greet us, the morning stayed overcast and cool, by the time we reached the Start line the butterflies had truly kicked in; I hadn’t done enough practise, I had put loads of weight back on (how did that happen with all this exercise), I was wearing pink, I hated hills…….then the horn sounded and we were off!


I found some parts hard, but I wasn’t last, I came in somewhere in the middle. Towards the end of the ride Mac was behind me shouting encouragement – I felt a bit guilty as he could have got round much faster without me. I didn’t do too badly on the hills, but I lack physical confidence so I tend to pedal like mad up hills (to get it over with as soon as possible) and coast down on the brakes as I hate feeling out of control, perhaps, with practise, I’ll improve! The countryside was amazing, as were the really, really fit, fast cyclists doing the Sportif. We both thoroughly enjoyed the whole thing and raised just over £500, it doesn’t seem enough, especially as 1 in 8 women are affected every year.

I’ve also been lucky enough to spend some time looking through the Birgit Skiold Archive. There is something very intimate about looking through prints without frames or mounts and it was also wonderful to see the artist's progression through form and content.

Some images conjure up a particular time and place, mood or thought, others are so subtle you almost miss their quiet power. Birgit Skiold died from cancer , found during a hip operation, she was only 59 but had a huge impact on print makers though out the world. You can find out more about her life and work here

In between the cycling I spent studio time with Jo Dacombe working on our Miles & Dacombe projects,

Wellbeing Walk maps

and tickets,

postcards and bags for our Ticket exchange day at Whatstandwell You can read more about the day on our Undiscovered Networks Blog.

I had a a brief browse through the delights of Cromford and Cromford Mill before we made our way home.

Mac Canonymous came with us and has been busy putting together a film which will conjure up the spirit of the day. All the people we met were absolutely lovely, very willing to engage with us and share their travelling tales. I have fallen in love with Derbyshire and can't wait to explore it further!