Monthly Archives: March 2017

Residency at Tremenheere Sculpture Gardens 2016 – 2019

Beginning…

The name ‘Tremenheere’ means place of the long stones. From the tall stones of Orkney to Carn Euny I’ve long been entranced by the spirit which emanates from these stones and the lands from which they grow.

Drawing at Calanais for email    Calanais, Orkney

Callanais Standing Stone Lewis    Calanais, Orkney

Last year I spent some time in the gardens at Tremenheere, making notes and drawings about the alchemical process which plants seem to pass through as they leave the earth which holds them, into the air which caresses them. I sat for hours as if in a spell, watching that place in the earth from where plants – bamboo, tree, succulent, emerged…

“Everything in the natural world is a symbolic footprint of the metaphysical beings whose actions created our world. As with a seed, the potency of an earthly location is wedded to the memory of its origin. The Aborigines called this potency the ‘Dreaming’ of  a place, and this Dreaming constitutes the sacrednessof the earth. Only in extraordinary states of consciousness can one be aware of, or attuned to, the inner dreaming of the earth.”

From Voices of the First Day by Robert Lawlor.

Workbook notes made whilst in the garden: A raven calls deeply. Flying northwest, the second follows. A large white butterfly which resembles a small bird lands on a tree. A diminutive magnolia stands prettily alone, I am reminded of my dream of a little girl, a daughter, so bright and lovely. What if the young trees were our children, the elders our fathers, our mothers? How do things – stems, stalks, petals – emerge from the Earth? The change of element, the rich deepness become softer, translucent. In the earth our roots are held firm, in the air we become as dancers, balancing, our fingertips just touching. The ravens next to me … they throw croaks like balls over my head. They keep time with my thoughts. A dog replies to them. White agapanthus bow down. The wind has stroked them.

Yesterday was my first day in the gardens this year. I chose  a spot near the top, not far from Michael Chaikin’s sculptures. I found a long stone taking a rest, and I sat there too.

first day

It was March 13th, my parents’ wedding anniversary; they’re not here to remember it anymore….

Workbook notes:  A three buzzard sky ; their wings quarter space. Water washes song. Body settles, rock breathes beast strong black colourless transparent

Pink

Feeling the beauty of this place rising in me

Come here at dawn, be a bird she said

Bird song drawing

Absorbing sound, settling more, I change sound to mark

Dream of

I think, after my first day back here, that many of the drawings may be about sound into smudge, trace, arc; felt sense into hands on paper, open, receiving, moving, birthing black, or orange, green or blue.

The birds here will be my guides. They welcome me.

A good friend said “That’s great that the land spoke to you”.

I’m aiming to spend around half a day each week in the gardens –  if you see me drawing, please do come and speak to me!

Second visit on March 22nd 2017.bud opens

I’d had a dream of a paint woman, a saint woman, a woman discarded, half dead, dressed in rags; a mummified woman sitting in a hedgerow. I sit beside a pool, I am filled up. I see her clothes wrapping air, her bones not spirit shining, not bone white, not anything but air. Transparent this, this sitting beside a pool where sky rests as a babe in arms, gently rocking. I think of lovers from other lives, of meeting anew in this life, of recognition, of loving again with relief, with emotion.

sky in pool    reflections in pond

 

The slate is soft and warm. The Saint in the hedge is still, and watching me. I turn to the pond, I travel down through layers of sky and pink leaves to Edenic tissues.

I am thinking of how she is curled up in the mud.

Skin warm,

Bone woman,

Quiet Woman

without words

Wordless water

Silent pool

your sisters rush

pond woman holds up the waters

 

 

 

 

Beginning… The name ‘Tremenheere’ means place of the long stones. From the tall stones of Orkney to Carn Euny I’ve long been entranced by the spirit which emanates from these stones and the lands from which they grow.     Calanais, Orkney     Calanais, Orkney Last year I spent some time in the gardens… Read more »