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Tammie and I found ourselves on a deserted beach at West Wittering, one rather cold and wet day this week.
This punctuated orange triangle stood out from the crowd
We dried ourselves out and warmed ourselves up in the pub afterwards
Then I found this in my bedroom.
For other Converge posts, this weeks’ photo challenge, see here.
I keep seeing frogs. Live ones and even a dead one. Could this mean I’m about to find my Prince Charming? Unlikely.
Only the other day I rescued this little beauty that had fallen into a bucket of water.
What could be more appropriate as a Halloween animal spirit? As we all know, many a poor frog has been sacrificed in a special witches brew. As the thin veil between the world of the living and the dead draws near, it is a moment to celebrate the lives of loves ones and special animals friends who have left us: my darling brother, Tim; my sweetest whippet, Sadie; Mitzi the black cat; the rare-breed chicken; and Horus, the pig, to name but a few. They will all be sadly missed but not forgotten.
Then I googled and found this on-line meaning for Frog Spirit which seems completely appropriate:
“The frog as spirit animal or totem reminds us of the transient nature of our lives. As symbol of transition and transformation, this spirit animal supports us in times of change. Strongly associated with the water element, it connects us with the world of emotions and feminine energies, as well as the process of cleansing, whether it’s physical, emotional, or more spiritual or energetic.
The frog spirit animal and rebirth
The frog totem symbolizes the cycles of life, in particular the rebirth stage. Its own journey through life, from tadpole to the adult state, reminds us of the many cycles of transformation and rebirth in our lives.
The symbolism of the frog as animal associated with birth and rebirth can be traced in Ancient Egypt, Ancient Rome and other cultures from antiquity. The frog was a popular symbol for fertility, as well as rebirth or resurrection. For example, in the Ancient Egypt mythology, the frog was associated with resurrection; the Roman Venus, goddess of Love, was often depicted with a frog.
The frog, symbol of transformation
The frog is an amphibian and goes easily from water to earth during its life. By extension, it has been often revered as a symbol of transition. If you see the frog as your animal totem or spirit guide, you may be called to experience change in your life. Those changes might be with regards to how you lead your life and can also be of spiritual nature.
Call on the frog spirit animal to guide you through times of transition and help you smoothly go from one state to the next. It will support your transformation or metamorphosis in a subtle yet powerful way.”
If you would like to know about Rabbit Spirit, hop over to the latest post on my Pilgrim on Horseback blog.
Signs. The subject for this weeks WordPress photo challenge. All these photos were taken over the course of my week-long reconnoitre trip up to the Holy island of Lindisfarne during Michaelmas last week. (see also Pilgrim on Horseback for the back story). Click on any of the photos if you wish to read the messages more clearly!
Normally, I would jump at the chance to use a title like this to go down the esoteric route and interpret it as ‘signs as symbols’. Something I am always seeking to find in the landscape as personal messages for me. These, however, are signs that are literally pointing the way.
Some are warning signs, some have been defaced: a sheep turned into some of rhinoceros. Information boards, a scratched dedication to a loved one on a bench, and a way marker looking like a crucifix.
Then, on a wild and desolate moor in the North Yorkshire Dales, I come across the Red Flag which stopped me in my tracks.
On the Holy island of Lindisfarne, the signage becomes grand and imposing to shepherd the thousands of visitors around the island as well as marking the way for pilgrims wanting to follow in the Saintly footsteps of Cuthbert. A couple of the signs, however, are cracked and old-fashioned and seem oddly out-of-place against the ‘corporate’ signage of a place that has become a major tourist attraction. (Naively, something I was not expecting and found rather disturbing). For me, these signs seem more home-spun and real and speak of the people behind them. (Like the dedication on the bench, above)
And looking at them all again, collectively, there is an element of deep symbology for me in them, each one unique in its own way telling their own story. On my epic journey, I shall be looking for these signs to guide me along the right path, both physically and spiritually. Not least as a little bit of entertainment to also delight and amuse.
To see how other people have interpreted signs, here.
Inspired by this:
Brollies, Balloons, Bunting and Bicycles.
By tradition, this time of year is always very busy and this past month has been no exception. Hence no posting. Just thinking about what I have done in that time makes my head spin. With delight. And to spare you the dizziness of adding to your own busy times, I’ve just outlined a few things as an aid-memoir for me or for you to dip into if any of it takes your interest.
- SOIL CULTURE FORUM
Making a Vessel to travel into the Other World (In memoriam 1)
The Soil Culture Forum – using the arts to revitalise a resource we take for granted. In brief, the presentations ranged from a captivating performance by Fraulein Brehms on the humble earth worm, Lumbricus Terrestris, to Yuli Somme, a felt maker from Devon who makes beautiful felt shrouds. The creative workshops were absorbing and the whole Forum was thought-provoking, not least the key-note presentation about the state of our soils by Patrick Holden, of the Sustainable Food Trust. (Note to self…must find out if I can get hold of a transcript of his presentation, it was so good).
- ALL MAKERS NOW? conference workshop
Trelissick Gardens (In memoriam 2)
Also at Falmouth University was The All Makers Now ? Conference. A two-day conference exploring craft values in 21st century production. I was fortunate enough to be offered one of the 12 available places open to craft makers, museum curators, technicians and artists, on the 2 day workshop held at Autanomatic, the 3D Digital Production research cluster at Falmouth, just prior to the conference.
Each group of 4 people worked on an idea for an artwork to be included in the exhibition at Trelissick House, timed to coincide with the conference.
With help from the skilled technicians, we had just two days in which to see our ideas go from the initial brain-storming session to material realisation in a finished artwork before our very eyes. We shaped and fashioned our way through the suite of cutting edge digital production technologies including Rapid Prototyping, Lazer Cutting, 3D Scanning and Computer-Numerically-Controlled Milling and Routing machines.
The concept our group came up with was inspired by the famous Copeland China collection which was sold when the contents of Trelissick House were auctioned off. As the exhibition was being held in the now empty library, we decided that a book would be a suitable matrix to contain the now lost textures of remembered objects. A Bonhams lot ticket was the template on which areas of texture were either ‘imprinted’, embossed or ‘grown’, such as a section of a fire surround in the house, a small section of leaf pattern taken from a piece of china or a section of the topography of the river and the land sweeping up to the house. Even the wear marks on a piece of china, all telling some aspect of the story of Trelissick House and its famous garden.
The whole process was extraordinary and every aspect new to me. The question we posed was: Can objects produced through the use of digital technologies (over the course of a two-day creative workshop), recapture the character of artefacts that have been displaced?
The Work for inclusion in The All Makers Now Conference Exhibition,
Trelissick House, Truro. 10th / 11th July, 2014
Title: In Memoriam, 2014
materials: paper, acrylic, hardwood, plaster, ABS, canvas, card
processes: laser cutting, CNC milling, 3D printing, laser etching, (clay cast? if time)
Makers: Armando Chant, Barney Townsend, Rebecca Skeels, Caro Woods
- CODING FOR WOMEN
A workshop delivered by Katrin and Shauna of MzTEK, a non-profit organisation with the aim of addressing the imbalance of women artists working in the fields of new media, computer arts and technology. This workshop thanks to Creative Skills, Cornwall.
The idea was to build our own wearable synthesiser by programming a small ‘lilypad’ computer to output movement data as sound using the freely downloaded Arduino software. Over the two days, some truly weird and wonderful inventions were created.
Finally, I managed to combine a few days of family time with the search for my horse.
Plus an unexpected and last-minute invitation to spend the weekend at Womad thanks to someone who had dropped out of a party of friends because of ill-health. Wasn’t I just the lucky one? Three days immersed in a cauldron of melting heat, a rich array of costumes and heart thumping beats. A mass of chilled-out humanity soaking up all the colourful sights and sounds. I loved it.
So that’s me up to date. I’ve scarcely drawn breath and I’m off again tomorrow for the next 6 days with Richard Dealler (Mary / Michael Pilgrim Route) and crew walking over Bodmin Moor. The forecast is for rain but I’m a seasoned camper now. (She says brazenly but without conviction).
The good news is, when I return, I will be welcoming my new horse, Tommy, to Trezelah. This is him being vetted on Monday. (see my blog pilgrimonhorseback.wordpress.com for more details of that). Exciting times.
Discovering a visual feast for mind, body and soul.
I have found a paradise here on earth! Surprisingly, I have lived in Cornwall for 14 years but this is the first time I have had the opportunity to visit the Isles of Scilly. It’s a first for the dogs too. First time on a big boat for them, let alone the island hoppers. The noise of the engine is a little alarming at first but they soon get used to that.
We are staying on the small island of Bryher, based in a cottage at Hillside Farm. My hosts are delightful and they have farmed this land for several generations. I, my bags and dogs are collected from the small jetty, all bundled into the back of an old red Landrover for the short, bumpy ride back to the farm.
Aptly named, this small farm overlooks its own fields surrounded by high, pittosporum-hedged windbreaks. In the past, the fields of Bryher supplied the mainland with early Spring flowers like daffodils and anemones before cheap imports from South Africa put them out of business. Now, the produce from Hillside Farm supplies both islanders and visitors with fresh vegetables and eggs.
Beyond these tiny fields lying in a low sandy neck of land, is Sampson Hill, from the top of which, the twin peaks of Sampson Island can be viewed on the other side. From my South-facing balcony, I can see the sea on both sides of this spit of land – the Atlantic on the right in the west and the island of Tresco on the left in the east. (scroll down to see 2nd ‘pano’ below)
Birds use this area as a corridor. The whu whu coming from the pair of swans that live on the pool in front of Hell Bay Hotel just around the corner makes me look up from my sketch books as they fly backwards and forwards on their daily comings and goings. A young blackbird comes to my breakfast table every morning, fluttering its wings and asking to be fed. Thrushes. I haven’t seen these songsters for years, and sparrows. The air is just bursting with a multi-toned symphony of sound which is all overlaid with a more raucous stave of tunes from a variety of seabirds: Oystercatchers, Herring Gulls and pretty little Kittiwakes.
They are so close, I am forever peering into the shrubbery or tops of boulders to see who is making these wonderful avian sounds. If you are not careful, it is all too easy to stumble on a nest half-hidden in rocks on the foreshore or know I am near one by the screeching alarm calls from anxious parents.
On our first day, we were able to walk across the sand banks to Tresco and back again, thanks to the low Spring tide. Being brought up on the beaches of Cornwall, the dogs are in their element too. Wading, knee-deep in the channels, Tammi wild with excitement, darting across the sand banks and jumping into the water to splosh her way across, whilst Sadie sticks to me like a shadow. I am pretty excited too. It is a hot, crystal-clear, perfect day. I thought life just couldn’t get any better than this.
If ever there was a time when I wished I had a camera with a zoom lens or the ability to make panoramas, then this is it.
I tried to make some with the ‘pano’ App on my iPhone. They make some strangely distorted images but I like these unusual angles. (Click on them for a better look.) All the photographs in this post are from my iPhone camera and I haven’t ‘doctored’ any of them.
These islands are only a few square miles at most, so everything is on a human scale. Scan the horizon and most of what you see is within a single viewpoint. There is no need to adjust the settings on your camera to ‘toy-town’ scales. It is a ready-made landscape in miniature. It is Les Ecrehous, Les Minquiers and Jersey, with a dash of Barbadian beach idyll, all rolled into one.
I also tried the traditional 4-photograph panoramas.
Everywhere you looked, there is some treat in store. (spot the goat)
Either feasting the eyes on distant views (spot the whippet)
Or things up close and more detailed, highlighting some of the amazing colours and textures. (spot the Cornish colours)
I was surprised just how often I found myself alone on these desert island beaches feeling like a castaway. I could fancifully imagine myself as a Mrs Robinson Crusoe. Even found his abandoned camp, complete with fire pit.
This is a place that is hard to leave. Physically, I have returned with an old gig-racing oar that the farmer turfed out of his barn having deemed it of no use to anyone any more. With little thought about how to get it home together with 2 cases (one for clothes, one for art materials), a rucksack and 2 dogs, it is £2.50 worth of island history that I just had to have as a souvenir. Plus a handful of white sand to view under the microscope.
Spiritually, this place has seeped into my being, through the pores of my skin and found its way into my heart. The question is not if, but when can I come back again?
(See part two coming shortly: the creative journey.)