A Walk Around the Block
Painted, dyed, printed, collaged and stitched silks. 2m x 1m.
This piece was inspired by my walk around the block - where I go if I leave my front door, walk down the road and across the fields in a large circle until I reach my front door again. This particular walk was at the end of summer, in the early evening, when I was escaping from the hell of a traffic jam on the A1, desperate for fresh air instead of exhaust fumes in my lungs. Such a contrast - fascinating patterns in the fields, the blue hills in the background, and everywhere, crows - or perhaps they are rooks - I can never tell the difference, though I have heard the old saying, 'A rook on its own is a crow; a crow in a crowd is a rook'. Though I have been told this is not necessarily true! But it hardly matters - these intriguing black birds are everywhere in the fields, in all seasons. They are noisy and bickering but their noise was far preferable to the noise of cars and the sighs and wailing of desperate motorists on the A1! Perhaps I imagined that - or maybe not! And the air was fresh and wonderful. When I got home I knew I had to capture this particular walk, and so here it is.
Painted, dyed, printed, collaged and stitched silks. 2m x 1m.
This piece was inspired by my walk around the block - where I go if I leave my front door, walk down the road and across the fields in a large circle until I reach my front door again. This particular walk was at the end of summer, in the early evening, when I was escaping from the hell of a traffic jam on the A1, desperate for fresh air instead of exhaust fumes in my lungs. Such a contrast - fascinating patterns in the fields, the blue hills in the background, and everywhere, crows - or perhaps they are rooks - I can never tell the difference, though I have heard the old saying, 'A rook on its own is a crow; a crow in a crowd is a rook'. Though I have been told this is not necessarily true! But it hardly matters - these intriguing black birds are everywhere in the fields, in all seasons. They are noisy and bickering but their noise was far preferable to the noise of cars and the sighs and wailing of desperate motorists on the A1! Perhaps I imagined that - or maybe not! And the air was fresh and wonderful. When I got home I knew I had to capture this particular walk, and so here it is.
