Saturday, 27 July 2019

Fragility Exhibition

The Fragility Exhibition with Prism at Hoxton Arches seems to have been and gone so quickly! It's already well over a month since it ended and now we're looking to the next venue, the RBSA Gallery in Birmingham where our exhibition will open on Tuesday 8th October, closing on Saturday 19th  October with a Private View on Saturday 12th in the afternoon. I'll be there at the PV and am also stewarding on Sunday 13th in the afternoon.

I have two works in this exhibition, the wall piece A Sacrifice Too Great and little artist's book A Quiet SingingThe wall piece is made up of silk-painted and digitally printed fabrics, opaque and transparent, on a linen base with inclusion of dried flower petals and is hand stitched throughout. The book A Quiet Singing, also all hand stitched, is made up using mostly two different types of paper, linen and silk-painted fabrics.




A Sacrifice Too Great




I made this piece thinking of the fragility of society, how a peaceful situation can so quickly become one of terror and uppermost in my mind was what might happen to the position of the border in Ireland following Brexit and what impact this might have for the people of Ulster. The last thing we want is some sort of return to the violence and tension of the Troubles.



In the piece, the violence is represented by the shadowy figures of the gunmen, seen in this detail above and by the building where an explosion is happening, as seen in the detail below.

Stitched beneath the gunmen is a little scene from one of the many trips I made to one of my favourite places in Northern Ireland, a beautiful area of water and islands, Strangford Lough. I was born in Newtownards, at the head of the lough and we lived not far from it. In the background behind the water and near-ground islands, are the lilac forms of the Mourne Mountains. I love the water, the springy volcanic soils of the islands, the hills and valleys of the mountains.

These places were visited in the peaceful years of my childhood and their beauty is locked forever in my soul, the tangy salt of the rippling water, heady coconut smell of gold-yellow whin blossoms, spring of pine needles underfoot on wooded slopes. But the mountains were also visited in my adulthood when they were places where gunmen had hide-outs in the secret folds of the hills and I witnessed this myself on two occasions when men looking at myself and those I was with through binoculars, ran towards us across the fields, rifles in hand. We escaped driving fast on the narrow mountain roads.





The sleeping child represents both the fragility of humanity and also the vulnerability of children themselves. In sleep especially, the child needs to be safe and protected and one of the cruellest aspects of conflicts, it seems to me, is when the young suffer for the political aims of others particularly when these aims are sought through violent means.

I thought carefully about what fabric to to use to cover the child. The little boy was originally a drawing then watercolour of my son asleep when he was just under four years old, snuggled up under his favourite blanket. In the original drawing he held a favourite toy-companion not included in this portrayal. The fabrics that I chose to use are some of my silk-painted chiffon and organza, again not in the colours of the blanket in the original painting but in a neutrality of almost autumnal bronze-golds. These fabrics are semi-transparent though I chose not to use this characteristic over the child's form which is curled up and hidden beneath layers of covering. The folds are created through manipulating the fabric into the shapes I want then securing these with the positioning of small running stitches. In my work I use running stitch as I would a brush or pen, choosing the length and direction of every sitch I make and working in this way, the cloth maintains its sculptural folds in this and other pieces with no need of spray or fixative. 

This little figure floating on the linen ground shows just two of the many methods which the textile medium offers the artist, his body and pyjamas formed through through a network of hand stitches and coverings built up using the sculptural properties of the cloth itself.

My choice of linen as ground fabric is significant in that I have personal connections to the fabric itself and it has a great social and economic significance in Ireland. My grandfather was a designer of embroidery images for Belfast Linens in the early to mid-twentieth century and two of my cousins run a firm producing linen goods in Dublin bequeathed to them by my uncle who first worked for and later became the owner of the firm. The linen industry was very important to the Irish economy and, along with shipbuilding, to the growth of Belfast in the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries particularly. Belfast was granted city status in 1888 and the city became the capital of Northern Ireland in 1921 following the formation of Northern Ireland as a political entity in 1920.

Silk-painted linen pieces are also stitched to the raw ground of the bleached linen where their colour and prominent forms add sombre voices to the work. To use linen fabric within textiles as creative medium brings with it associations of domesticity and familiality and also connotations with the wider economy and society which working with a medium such as oil painting would not do. Linen has a powerful voice and brings with it these associations of industry carried out in peace and domesticity of the family to the images of conflict in my work on the Troubles.





Visitor looking at  A Sacrifice Too Great in Hoxton Arches Gallery, London


The wall piece then speaks of the vulnerability of both humanity and society and the little book A Quiet Singing takes the discussion further to speak about the violence of the conflict of the Troubles but also the level of reconciliation achieved after the Peace Process of the late 1990s and the desire to continue living with this peace, however imperfect and despite tragic breakings that have occurred. Poems also speak of human relationships and the power of love.






Front cover of A Quiet Singing


The book includes images and five complete poems and is made up using Saunders Waterford paper 300 gsm with its lovely smooth surface, ideal for the words of the poems, the textured surface of Indian rag paper and fabrics including linen, cotton, organza and silk-painted mulberry bark.


The poem Belfast: Lagan Revisited is the second one on the book and starts with the lines:

It was black and red then;
shadows darker than coal
blood-bright puddles reflect
flames   shooting  high, colour
the night sky;





The words of poem go over two pages in the book and this is the first page






This image shows the book during making

As you will have seen from the above excerpt, colour features prominently in this poem and I used the properties of the organza itself to enhance what the words are saying. Silk-painted in red, the organza fabric was cut into sections that were hand-stitched together then placed within a 'frame' of  Saunders Waterford paper. Although the fabric page was created in a relationship with the poem that follows, it also forms a page in its own right and words from the poem and beyond are hand written on the fabric's paper 'frame'.



The organza page in its finished form. This also illustrates how the words of the poem are seen through the fabric.


The poem Gift: for my Father is another of the poems featured and included with it is this Portrait of my Father. The image is a photograph of an embroidery digitally printed onto cotton and mounted on Indian rag paper.





My father died in December 1991 and I wrote the poem for him in the autumn just about a year after he had died in words that came to me as I thought about him while listening to the wonderful cadences of Barber's Adagio. Music has an almost mystical power to move us and reach into the very core of our being and, although on revision I have played about with the position of the words, especially later in the poem, the words themselves remain essentially as they came to me to the flow of the violins from somewhere in the very depths of my soul. The image has featured in the MA Anthology a Grain of Sand published by Aberystwyth University and the poem begins:-


Beyond the window, wan grey sky
seeps onto rooftops, clothes-line
drips the reign of autumn;
within the room, I sit, still,
close my eyes and follow    
strings of violins sing sounds
of Barber’s ‘Adagio’, silk,
beneath sparrow’s pipe-trilled pizzicato;


I feel that when I am writing poetry, it is a process akin to writing music which I have also done during my life  -  many years ago, music almost became my main area of study and although my life moved in a different direction, the rhythms and sounds of music have continued to remain an important part of my creative process in the various media in which I work  -  colour, cloth, stitches, words  -   and I have at home a piano and a guitar which are precious to me.




One of the book's closing pages
  



Pictured here are A Sacrifice Too Great and A Quiet Singing on exhibition in Hoxton Arches Gallery. White cotton gloves were supplied so that visitors could safely look through the book and this method worked well in the exhibition with visitors making use of the gloves to examine what they wanted of the book.


Visitor making use of the gloves to look through the book



























Wednesday, 24 April 2019

After Lyra

I haven't been keeping up with my blog for some time but I felt I must do this post today after watching the funeral of journalist Lyra McKee in St. Anne's Cathedral, Belfast.

What I am going to put in is a poem I actually wrote a couple of years ago that puts forward fears I had concerning what might happen to and within Northern Ireland in relation to Brexit. I was born and grew up in Co. Down and, after studying in Aberystwyth for my initial degree, returned to Ireland to work in Belfast at the height of the Troubles.

This was a very difficult time and, on one occasion, I was caught up in a bombing incident that led me to believe myself to be dead. At this time, I was a couple of years younger than Lyra and, not to tell the whole story just now, I felt thrown into a white light by the blast; formless and bodiless, I waited to find out just what form my spiritual being might now take and, after some time had passed, came to realise with great astonishment that the golden sparkles drifting and twinking before and around me heralded my continuing being in this mortal existence!

The experience had given me the overwhelming feeling that life and death were two sides of the same coin and, somehow, I was still on this mortal side and I have been for several decades since.

I have tried not to waste my time but have tried to live, in love, as best I can and use what I've been given. Sometimes, the onslaughts of my illness make me feel not up to the struggle to continue but I know how precious life is and I take measures to help, physical and spiritual, aided not least with Arthur's continuing love and support and the love and support of family and friends. One day, I won't be able to continue and the only things I fear about this are perhaps not being able to finish things started here or that are in my head still to do and the other, of course, the wrench of parting from loved ones. But this parting will not be forever, it is the love that is eternal and everything done in and for love will not end in pain but in a depth of love so warm and so joyful, it cannot be expressed in words or contained within this mortal frame.

At this time, as well as the shooting that killed Lyra McKee, we have too, the dreadful sense of futlity and pain following the appalling violence and loss of life in New Zealand and Sri Lanka; but the cruelty and blind ideologies that led to this taking of life pale before the strength of compassion and love that reach out after such atrocities; they will not have the last word.

This poem then, is, with the greatest of sadness but in the hope and unity of love, for Lyra.

Recurrence  

I draw words down with
every thread, like birdsong
punched out of the dark.

Light plays on silk and
cotton fibres piercing
through the virgin linen  -

sparks candle-flame and
burning heat, not velvet
consolation of petals
smoothed between
fingers but spatter of air-

cracked moment, history's
strangle-hold in the now-but-
then thinking;    diffusing and


diffusing and diffusing,
walk back further and
further, petrol-tanker
holds its load of fickle
fuel, city's centre retains
                    stone on stone  -
racing blood
                          slows,
           beats a normal rhythm.

Surely not again mangled flesh
sorrowed on news headlines,
torn apart to sate what God-
forsaken desire, knock on the
door and a nation's grieving
              and for what,
                                          for what?       

Thursday, 14 March 2019

Poetry and Prints at Mid Wales Arts Centre

An exhibition with a difference this time for me, as I'll be there as a poet rather than an artist!

Normally, I would give readings of my poems at exhibitions of my artwork but this time I am taking part purely in my role as poet! I've had to move away from etching at the moment but that doesn't stop me enjoying the work of others and I have responded to the print Flora-1 in a new exhibition opening very soon at Mid Wales Arts Centre.

Cathy at MWAC has done a light, airy barn conversion to extend her lovely gallery space and I'll be going both to the opening of the Poetry and Prints Exhibition on Sunday 24th March then I'll return on Sunday 31st March to read my poem Nocturnal Whispers at the special Poetry Event organised by Pat Edwards.








I know some of the artists and poets but will be meeting others for the first time. Really looking forward to seeing all the prints exhibited, reading my poem and meeting and talking with everyone!


Wednesday, 31 October 2018

Talk and Workshop Limavady October 2018

As part of the War-Torn Children Exhibition in the Roe Valley Arts and Cultural Centre, Limavady County Londonderry in which I have my piece Her Pillow, the Earth, I gave a talk/workshop to a group of specially invited artists, practitioners and those with a special interest in stitch in October in conjunction with the exhibition.




Her Pillow, the Earth


This is my piece Her Pillow, the Earth and, at the Opening of the War-Torn Children Exhibition in the Roe Valley Arts and Cultural Centre, Limavady, Brenda Chivers, Mayor of Causeway Coast and Glens Borough Council, curator Roberta Bacic and Billy Coyles who hung the exhibition were photographed by my piece.


I enjoyed giving the talk and doing the workshop afterwards with the participants.



Giving the talk. 

The centre supplied a nice big screen for my Powerpoint images and also had the necessary equipment for the sound elements of my presentation.


Getting going with the materials





Discussing techniques






Choosing the fabric



A moment's distraction!



The work continues



A little discussion at the end of the workshop

It was a pleasure to get together with those I already knew and to meet others I hadn't met or worked with before. The exhibition came about largely due to Roberta Bacic of Conflict Textiles and more about this organisation can be found on their website  conflicttextiles  with some more photographs of the workshop taken by Breege Doherty at 1200_photo-gallery-EHarrisson-wshop-050918-BD.pdf





Tuesday, 30 October 2018

Willow Gallery Exhibition as part of the Wilfred Owen Festival Oswestry 2018

Exhibtions this year have been concentrationg on my conflict work as the PhD progresses. After In a New Light the two main shows have been for the Willow Gallery, Oswestry's War and Poetry, Conflict and Peace Exhibition 22nd September - 11th November 2018 and War-Torn Children Exhibition 5th September - 29th November 2018 in the Roe Valley Arts and Cultural Centre, Limavady, County Londonderry. The Willow Gallery Exhibition is on as part of the Wilfred Owen Festival, Oswestry which has a rich and varied programme of exhibitions and events, music and literature.

I have titled my work for the Willow Gallery Conflict and Redemption and it features a spread of pieces on this theme including wall pieces, film, three-dimensional textile and sound. In theme, the range covers comment on World War I with Requiem: les Fleurs du Mal, a detail from which is shown below, to pieces based on my experiences of the Troubles in Northern lreland to the work Continuum which includes images relating to the two world wars as well as the Troubles and it was made as an expression of sorrow at the ongoing presence of armed conflicts in the world.




Requiem: les Fleurs du Mal     (detail)



Continuum and other pieces in Willow Gallery 2018


Pieces in this exhibition featured those shown in Mid Wales Arts Centre in autumn 2017 and more.  I carried on with some work towards the exhibition over the summer, including during our wonderful stay in the lovely gîte in Brittany where we have been several times. It's great and slightly different every time! I always bring my work with me  -  stitching on the patio in the beautiful garden in warm Breton sunshine, what's not to like!


Self on the patio at the gîte with stitch, books etc and the nurse's cape over me!

It had been very hot in the afternoon, too hot even to work outside but the evening was perfect! I so love having the nurse's cape; that it is one worn by a nurse from the hospital I was both patient in and worked in makes it very special to me and I stitch into it with love. There is something about touching a garment that is not just a theatrical costume to stand in for a role but this cape was worn by someone when she came off duty as I would have worn mine. I loved my cape! The heavy wool is incredibly warm and wrapping it around you felt and feels like a protective blanket  -  I have put blanket stitch all round the hem of the cape because of its various connotations.  The cape's previous owner had also stitched her name into it using red thread; it has a history unknown to me, I am giving it a new one or perhaps more adding to what has already been, even though I don't know exactly what that was.


Another little view of self and cape etc

On the extreme left you can just see the table-tennis table with its protective blue cover hanging by it.  A couple of years ago on a previous holiday, I played wheelchair table-tennis with Ed. We had great fun!


The cape in what I call the 'Survivor's Corner' installation, part of the exhibition in the Willow Gallery.  (taken with Arthur's camera)


A wider view of the gallery including cape and other pieces.

The headphones on the wall are for a sound track that features different voices reading my poem 'Fragments' with the augmented sound of stitch. The voices and sound of stitch weaving in and out of one another echo in sound the multiple visual layers of fabric and thread. I felt this track was particularly appropriate for the piece on the left, Street Violence with its repeated figures and also for Requiem: les Fleurs du Mal with its multiple crosses.
On top of the cabinet is another set of headphones by the screen that shows the film Continuum.


Detail of stitching on cape.

The imagery on the cape is an evolving process and it now includes the 'Falls Road' stitched in English and Gaelic. The hospital is situated on the Falls Road. There will be more images, including words, as time goes on until I feel the work is finished. I start pieces with an idea of what I'm doing but then grow the artwork in an organic process whereby I respond to what the work is saying to me. The image of the baby has various significances to me; the infant represents the vulnerability of a young child, bringing to mind my own children and also the time when, as a student nurse, I was put in charge of the baby section of the ward where I was working. This was just my second ward and it was then that I held a baby for the first time! 


The cape with more lettering and glimpse of imagery including a Celtic Cross.

I have always loved the form of the Celtic Cross and feel it is something that can be claimed, if that is the right word, by both 'sides' of Ulster's religious divide. Two such crosses that stand out in my mind are one that I saw at Saul near Downpatrick, Co. Down and the other by the abbey on Iona. The cross on the cape is drawn from the Iona cross.

The nurse's cape represents the compassion that arises when conflicts break out. There are those who perpetrate the violence but, conversely, those who try to do something against it and who offer help to the suffering. Another of my works that speaks of peace is A Belfast Peace: In the Name of Peace, pictured below. 


A Belfast Peace: In the Name of Peace

This shows the work photographed in its entirety, including border with words taken from my poetry. Unusually for me, this is an etching and aquatint which I stitched into. The incident speaks of the candlelit vigil that was held outside Belfast City Hall and attended by many people after tragic shootings in 2009 that broke into the peace that had been holding since the 1998 Peace Process Agreement. First two young soldiers were shot dead then a policeman and poeple came out in peaceful protest against these actions thought to have been carried out by dissident republicans.


A Belfast Peace: Beneath the Surface

This is the companion work to A Belfast Peace: In the Name of Peace and this time speaks of the tensions that lie beneath the peace that has brought such prosperity and changed living not just to Belfast but to N. Ireland generally. The figures which are seen in both works are drawn from photographs I took of bronze statues of Titanic workers on the Newtownards Road in Protestant East Belfast and the image behind them is of the sculpture Rise situated in Catholic West Belfast by the motorway where it links to the Falls Road. This sculpture which represents hope can be seen from a long way across the city. These sculptures cannot be seen together in reality but are placed together in my artwork as a hope that the divisions between sections of society that still exist in N. Ireland can one day be, if not dissolved, at least accepted in respect not just by those who already live in peace in this way but by everyone of all religions and none.


Before I started to make visual pieces on the Troubles, I had started to express my sorrow at what was  happening in poetry and I gave a poetry reading/performance of my poems as part of the War and Poetry, Conflict and Peace Exhibition Opening in the Willow Gallery. As we approach Armistice Day and the celebration of the end of the First World War 100 years ago, I'm now going to give another reading of my poetry on Saturday 3rd November at 12 noon.



Self seen on the right beneath one of my pieces and audience during my poetry reading/performance in the Willow Gallery 22nd September 2018.


Myself in action during the reading!