The Poetry Vessel

This should perhaps be called the 'Poettry' vessel as I attempting a conflation of all three disciplines that I am working on at the moment ie. a creative writing course; pottery lessons and textiles.  I have been inspired by making (or more accurately, attempting to make) thrown pots at the local Wobage Pottery, to make a series of 3 dimensional textile vessels that resemble pots in form.  There will be a theme for each 'pot' based upon a poem that I shall write and incorporate in the art work.

The photograph above shows the work, so far, which could be compared to a ceramic pot before it is glazed and fired.  The poem that I am writing is called 'Vessel for the Whispering Wind' and I haven't decided yet whether to stitch the words onto the 'pot' or have a series of textile tags hanging from it which will display the lines.  Having chosen the wind as my theme is creating a problem in deciding upon a colour scheme but I think that I shall use predominantly greys with some accents of colour and metallic embellishment.

'It is Spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart." - Rainer Marie Rilke

Wisdom from the Cree

 
Only after the last tree has been cut down

Only after the last river has been poisoned

Only after the last fish has been caught

Only then will you find money cannot be eaten

~Cree Prophecy~

St George's Day

All hail to St George the patron saint of England.  You may not have been English and you may not have existed at all but the slaying of the dragon to save the life of a princess is a good tale and worth retelling.

Good Friday

Lully, lulley: lully lulley
The fawcon hath born my mak away.

He bare hym up, he bare hym down;
He bare hym into an orchard brown.

In that orchard there was an hall,
That was hangrid with pu rpill and pall.

And in that hall there was a bede;
Hit was hangid with gold so rede.

And yn that bed ther lythe a knight,
His wowndes bledyng day and nyght.

By that bedes side ther kneleth a may,
And she wepeth both nyght and day.

And by that beddes side ther stondeth a ston,
'Corpus Christi' wretyn thereon.


medieval


Good Friday comes this Month, the old woman runs
With one or two a Penny, hot cross Bunns,
Whose Virtue is, if you believe what's said,
They'll not grow mouldy like the common bread.

Poor Robin (1733)

Fotheringay

Work in progress

I have mainly been working on photography for the last week or two, particularly continuing the theme of landscape.  I have ventured out of the Greenwood and have been investigating decay in the urban landscape but more of that at a later date.

Here are some pictures of work in progress at the moment:

   I am taking part in an altered book project which is being organised by one of my daughters in Plymouth, the theme for my book is 'Magical Landscapes'.

Its never too early to start preparing work for the Christmas Craft Fairs.  This is a detail of what will become a bag.  It has been knitted, felted, cut with a die cutter, machine embroidered and beaded and there is still plenty more to do yet.

These are some photographs for a project on the colour pink. I shall have to decide which one/s I shall work on before I submit them.

A preview of the Urban Decay project.

And just because its Spring, a box of daffodils that I saw at Totnes market.


Plenty to be getting on with.