Hello Autumn

All my Exhibitions are now over for a while.  I took down two last week and two yesterday – the largest being our Scraptors Sculpture Trail at Stourhead (a mammoth operation, but all went smoothly).  The de-installations distinctly  marked the passing of summer.  I’m very pleased to report several sales – some big (my scrap steel Heron will have a lovely new home shortly with large pond, rushes, chickens, ducks and bees) – and commissions to keep me busy and the household fed ’til winter.  

 

I managed to visit three Somerset Art Weeks venues in between manning our own at Stoberry Park, and was blown away by a couple of artists’ work.  Rowena Pearce‘s (Shave Farm Studios, Bruton) woodcut prints/paintings/handmade booklets on photosynthesis, worms and ants were beautiful (and conceptually just up my street).  Her husband’s poetry features within her work creating a perfect union.  Hiro Takahashi‘s intricate ceramic sculptures are also fascinating objects – I love the concept of her soul houses as “symbols of refuge”.  My Cocoons are rooted along similar lines.

Our Scraptors group are planning two new Trails in the South West.  We will be raising funds through crowd-financing – a great concept if it works!  We had such fantastic feedback for our Stourhead Trail and it seems to have been well-documented by visitors.  One photographer (Sally aka “moominmama’s handbag” – love the name!) has added lyrics from Joanna Newsom’s Bridges and Balloons song and poetry by Edward Lear to accompany her beautiful images (see below).  As Brian Eno suggested in an interview the other day – we are moving further towards a sharing, collaborative world and the ‘Big Society’ is already happening in forms we don’t even recognise.  There are whole new conversations taking place…

luminosity When awful darkness and silence reign Over the great Gromboolian plain, Through the long, long wintry nights;-- When the angry breakers roar As they beat on the rocky shore;-- When Storm-clouds brood on the towering heights Of the Hills of the Chankly Bore:-- Then, through the vast and gloomy dark, There moves what seems a fiery spark, A lonely spark with silvery rays Piercing the coal-black night,-- A Meteor strange and bright:-- Hither and thither the vision strays, A single lurid light.

 

“Yesterday I discovered by accident the scraptors trail at Stourhead,
and was bowled over. I saw it in the early evening light and it was
magical and magnificent. Congratulations to all of you for such an
inspiring collection of work, and especially to you for your organic
pieces which I loved. I hope Stourhead will display your work again,
and hope you’ll find other venues for it.”  Rosie Jackson

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