SONG OF THE GRASS. cliff and beach material with animal protein (rabbit skin size) on hardboard.
Elisabeth Bletsoe's poem: Votive's to St. Wite is delicately and densely shaped by the stuff of history, legend and lansdcape of St Wite - anchoress at Whitchurch Canonicorum near Charmouth. Those of you who were able to come to our shared event at The Russell Cotes last month would have heard her speak the words. I asked her to hand-write the text for me to take to Charmouth. I've variously buried fragments within the work I made there. They appear like the edge of a partially exposed ammonite from within the Green Ammonite Mudstone I was mixing. This particular section of the cliff was so clearly informed by the prevailing wind- so much so that it seemed to me the wind made visible.
the fragment (below) of the poem is embedded here
on this the coastline's
highest point wind bent
in on itself in the
shape of a thorn
do you want to hear how it feels?
the song of the grass rattle
of sea-pinks' dried calices
I'm based at Charmouth near Lyme Regis in Dorset for 2 weeks to focus further on a bit of coastline I've worked in for several years. Below is the local palette of naturally occurring pigments along a small stretch of the beach from the Heritage centre towards Golden Cap. I include a taste of work in progress.
I've just taken down the exhibition at The Russell Cotes in Bournemouth. Looking back over the year that informed this show- I came across the series of photographs documenting changes at Handfast Point over 4 months. I recorded a new cliff fall on New Year's Day- it is white and the pile of debris is also white. The sea weeds and algae begin to colonise even a month on and by April the water action has softened the sharp edges on the beach and even more green appeared... the event has now faded. The painting I have included below documents a similar event on Handfast Point. I've removed the layers of paint to reveal the paper surface and fractured the image to reflect these natural processes.
Even as I carried my work out this morning, the walls of the gallery were being 'made good' for the next show -traces of my earths and ocres were fading to make way for Angels, Fairies and She-Devils...
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