As followers of my blog, you are cordially invited to my solo show, to run concurrently with the Suspended Sentences: visual responses to the poetry of Simon Armitage, show in Newlyn, (and thoroughly recommended if you haven’t already seen it). As I wasn’t one of the 50 or so ‘invited’ artists (and slightly ‘snarked’ about that, see below), I decided to contribute anyway, proving that if you can’t join ’em, then find your own way.
So for you, dear followers, here is your (free) Private View, of my show, exclusively here on my blog:
TEXTERE (to weave, stitching / weaving of ideas)
As a fellow walker, I too have a ‘wonky back’, but that’s about as close a comparison to the great bard as I dare get. Reading ‘Walking Home‘, Simon Armitage‘s own account of walking the Pennine Way as a modern troubadour was a delight with many lol moments. Quite apart from the prose, with so many quotable lines of poetry to choose from, I found it almost impossible to narrow down a fitting one from Simon Armitage‘s body of work. In the end, I decided to keep it current. So this work was inspired by his response on hearing about the death of Seamus Heaney, (and quoted in The Telegraph).
The following pictures show some of my ‘woven thoughts’ in action but I don’t think they work as well as the first. I have included them as an example of part of the process anyway.
Please join me in raising a toast, not only to recently departed poets, but also to the living ones who continue to inspire the poetry within us all. Noli Timere.
P.S. If you would like to see how other people cope with the art of snark, take a look here.