Category: Arts

Leonora’s Death Bird in the Valley of the Shadow of Elisabeth Frink

Leonoras-Death-Bird

As the deadline for the Knitting Time exhibition approaches I am making final adjustments to detail; colouring drawings; making linocuts and finishing a series of large oil paintings. I’ve relished the opportunity Knitting Time has given me to make big paintings again.

Leonora’s Death Bird is part homage to the work of Leonora Carrington. She made her paintings of fantastical landscapes glow from the inside out with a visceral luminosity I’ve never seen any other painter be able to emulate. My painting, to a minor extent, references her vision of a world inhabited by strange half human, half animal creatures.

Leonora Carrington famously always refused to talk about any interpretation she placed on her work. Interpretations change over time and people will always see what they want to see; so in that sense the artists’ interpretation lacks validity. However, historically I think the precedent that artists of note have taken to not talk about their work as a personal narrative, and to only let it be talked about in a generic, highly stylised language, has simply served to undermine its appreciation. And maybe that is why ‘artists of note’ often seem to lack any creative spark. You see the same idea regurgitated rather than sense that they are creating something that really means anything to them.

I personally like to know the artists interpretation of the making of an artwork and of what it means to them from the viewpoint of an autobiographical journey. That was the thing I really liked about seeing David Hockney’s retrospective at the Royal Academy last year. The audio guide conveyed his passion for what he did, as well as giving a descriptive narrative of the works, making it memorable.

I really appreciate it when people take the time to ask straightforward, probing questions – as I experienced on holiday last week where I showed some of these images. The interest various individuals took, sparked some wonderful conversations, which is really what it is all about at the end of the day.

And that is why I’ve gone to some lengths to work with sound artist Joseph Young to create an audio piece which shares something about the making of the work and context of the narrative it tells – as well as describing the work itself. I think it is an innovative approach to creating an audio-description, which is specifically meant to both be an additional artistic experience for an audience as well as providing a way in to seeing the work for people with a visual impairment. Joseph and I have worked hard on finding a balance, integrating three aspects of the narrative: what’s in the image, what was involved in the making of the image, and story behind the image itself.

Once the exhibition gets installed at the beginning of October, I’m intending to share the audio-artworks I’ve commissioned Joseph to make on this blog.

Slipping in and out of breakfast

Knitting Time small

I’m in the run-up to the exhibition now, feeling nervous and daunted, I guess, but also optimistic that it will all come together. And that people will come and give the work some critical appreciation.

I’ve always found exhibiting the hardest part of being artist. It’s like making a journey to the factory where dreams are made.

Outside the Mental Institute

She prays for sparkling rain,
waiting in the earthed place;
no sound or movement
at the end of the moment,
resting on Lethe’s heels.

She picks bones from the dog-tray,
speaks silently to the wedding;
every awakening breath a reminder
of salad days on the empty moon.

She sings of life on unmade weeks;
thinks of love lost in the breathing soup,
whilst looking forward to feeding time
in the factory where dreams are made.

She doesn’t hold on to candles any more;
or conspire flight from Malkuth
during the culling season
when the angels aren’t looking.

She slips in and out of breakfast;
drowses in momentary bursts;
reading slowly to the vacant air
on nights when the jailor sleeps.

She washes her footsteps;
spills seamlessly into far-off intimacies
and treasures each jewel-like drop
those water-skin memories

fragile as a leaf skeleton.
(c) Colin Hambrook 2013

Step-Up Workshop Gallery

Knitting Time has been quite a journey. We have just finished a series of five wonderful workshops working with a group of artists from the Step Up programme at Pallant House Gallery, Chichester.

We’ve shared a lot of fun and skills as well as opening up to talking about different experiences and emotions on theme of ‘loss’. I’d like to thank everyone for taking part so fully and for being so articulate through the process of making artwork about things that are so often difficult to talk about at the best of times.We’ve had some fantastic conversations; and there has been some heartfelt connection through the time we’ve spent together. If there is one thing that has been affirmed it is the need to commemorate the passing of life and our thoughts and feelings on what it means to be alive.

I want to thank Mandie Saw for helping facilitate, Mary for sharing her textile skills and Joseph Young for recording the stories that underpin the artworks we created.

The work will be part of the Knitting Time exhibition at Pallant House Gallery from 8 October – 3 November 2013

 

 

 

 

 

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