I Can Hear The Trees Sing
This piece is in the De rerum natura ( On The Nature of Things) at Joshua Creek Heritage Arts Center
Here is the link to the show
This piece is rooted in my sensory memory of the landscape I have come to call home: wild tenacious, full of vibrancy, textured and rich in colour. It was these very things that at first terrified me about the Canadian Landscape. Coming from a land of manicured parks and gardens where that wildness is contained neatly in museum boxes to be viewed from a distance. I have since come to relish the wildness gulping in great breaths of it.
Having decided to take a long visit back to England it is the unrestrained land I find myself missing: witnessing history thru trees, mountains the shape and layer of a river bed.
Looking at Emily Carr with fresh eyes her dripping green hued forests filled with ghosts and spirits: I
find myself longing to breath in the mossy damp earth and feel the moist air on my cheeks.
This piece is my response to this desire to find a grassy knoll to lay my head and to rub my hands into the green carpeted land.
The practice of felt making brings my senses closer to this desire: working with the textures of wool and silk: the physicality of working the fibers into material. Dyeing and shibori enable me to mark the cloth leaving the path I have just traveled.