seeds in drain

So the bank holiday weekend is over, I spent each day sitting by my work or wandering the streets of Saltaire seeking the red flags of the open houses. As I secretly expected, I did not keep a diary as there was too much to see and do and if brain imaging technology was more advanced after each day my brain may have resembled the image above. The accumulated seeds of trees and plants (or creative endeavour) finding their way, settling and pattern making into something akin to fabric. A bit of a mess but also quite lovely and full of potential.

So all I can do now is nod to a few of the wonderful things I saw there and wonder how those things will settle and inform me over time.

Being Inbetween a series of portraits by Carolyn Mendelsohn that make grown women cry for the hope and dignity displayed by the 10-12 year old subjects and that likely, they recall of themselves and strive to recover.

Keith Shorrocks’ carved Boxes honouring the beauty of the burr . Finely tailored sleep shirts and delicious full colour lino prints.

I don’t know where they are coming from‘ – the confidence to follow your instincts. To allow a breadth of skills to inform current practice -a graphic designer and a painter showing wood and glass assemblages respectively. An architect applying draughting rules towards figurative abstraction.

A pathway walked with society, justice and draughtsmanship, through architecture, animation and printmaking.

Finding your place and making space for it – Tapestry working in situ.

Beautiful photographs that can never be fixed.

Delineating topography through mark making.

Colour in landscape.

Corrugated iron sheets + arch = pavilions for every country – photo montage

Imprints and a stitch: care taken to notice and care given to value us, and our relationships with clothes and each other in Lasting Impressions.

So long Saltaire, thanks for all the chats.

 

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