Three collage/embroideries recently exhibited at the recent Littleborough Arts Festival exhibition.
I will write a little about the festival in my next blog, but for now please do check out the webpage:
Embroidery on mixed media. Segment of larger piece.
This little fella, and his rolled up newspaper, can be found “walking along” on the collage I’m currently displaying in the People’s Art Exhibition at Touchstones, Rochdale. I’ll display the whole collage here after the exhibition comes down.
I couldn’t make the “preview”, so I haven’t seen it hung up yet. Last year my work got hung near the “kiddie’s colouring table”. I rather liked that, and I hoped the little ones enjoyed it.
I see that my last blog was five months ago. In the gap there has been a long hot-wet summer and lots of “low-brow” novels that I thoroughly enjoyed.
(embroidery on painted cloth)
My, I’m enjoying the early English spring time. So I place my green-hatted lady here, like a child putting a pussy willow branch on the nature table, or a small boy putting a bit of lamb’s wool in his pocket. Is being in the spring time a return to innocence for Salty Pinches one asks oneself?
Looking ahead to a darker part of the year, I’m pleased to mention that Littleborough Arts Festival will take place between 15-22 October this year (a different time of year than usual). So, save the date if you can!
More about that at the end of the summer. For now, I’m taking a blogging break, to sew, to work on my ideas for the arts festival, and just, “to be in England now that Spring is here”.
(Collage, mixed media, embroidery)
In my last blog I invited readers to make up their own narrative/theory about this collage. Here follows a bit of background.
This is one of five collages I created that feature jigsaw-shaped collage and figures. I also wanted to feature the lovely bright blue embroidery thread in this particular collage.
Some time before beginning, I’d been leafing through the photos in a book about the world’s great pilgrimages, and decided to use the word “pilgrimage” as a prompt to my imagination. My favourite picture in the book was of a Sikh gentleman bathing in a holy lake, high up in the mountains. Nearer to home, I often walk around another lake.
I found the travel direction, “At Jericho turn right and follow sign for Birtle” in a Ramblers’ leaflet. I was amused by the juxtaposition of Jericho and Birtle, and decided to use this as the title as it seemed to fit with “pilgrimage”.
Another “thread” that I wanted to explore was lost and found things. I found the note “Please make John some scrambled egg” when we moved a fire surround in the house where I used to live. The note about “the one” actually says “I couldn’t find the church. I went to the one at Salem and the one at Roundthorn. Gone to the 11 Ways.” I copied these two notes out, because one is now lost again and I wanted to keep the other without marking it. Bottom right, the Geisha lady was inspired by a wedding day gift brooch that belonged to my mother. I took it to school, probably without permission, and lost it. I’ve written about the girl with the feather in an earlier blog (she pinched that lovely feather off me).
The other figures are new acquaintances that just arrived somehow.
The word “journey”, perhaps more than pilgrimage, is a very powerful one for me.
My next blog will be in January 2016, so until then SEASON’S GREETINGS TO ALL MY READERS!!!!!
(I’m very sorry, but the title of the Pilgrimage book eludes me but there are in fact many on the subject).
“Desire” – mixed media, collage and embroidery.
“Don’t Worry. We won’t flood on a hill” – mixed media, collage and embroidery.
“Love” – mixed media, collage and embroidery.
A little bit of colour to start the week. A selection of my work exhibited at The Coachhouse, Littleborough recently.
“All intellectual property rights in my designs are and will remain the property of Angela Walker.”
(Fabric crayon and embroidery on cloth. One in a series inspired by Jessica Angela (my wee niece) who is always asking for just one more story about her Mum’s childhood)
At night, sometimes my sister would sing to me plaintive songs. Songs such as ‘Paper Roses’, ‘Delta Dawn” and ‘Mockingbird’. I’d always plead for one more song. Eventually, my sister would fall asleep, the light on the landing (from the house next door) would go out and our parents would go to bed. It seemed that only I remained wide-awake and lonely in the dark.
The blankets (shown in the picture) and the (repeating pattern) of swans on the bedroom wallpaper often recur in my memory. I remember the cold green lino, with the leaf pattern, where the carpet ended. No heating in bedrooms in those days, but we did have Jack Frost patterns inside the windows.