Poem by Rilke/Horses/Laura/

I was in London on Friday, after a very early start and long journey.On the train I read some of the Little Flowers of St. Francis. I met with Laura Gascoigne at the British Museum, we had an illuminating visit to the ‘Horse’ exhibition which finished today. In the show I loved the very early works about horses, drawings/scatchings and stone carvings, but I was most moved by the film clips showing horses doing their utmost for their riders, and the riders showing their appreciation to their beautiful and generous- spirited partners.

Laura is one of the panellists at the discussion around my show, which will be held on January 26th, 10.30 – 1pm. We took tea at a quirky and very friendly internet cafe/camera shop near the BM, talking until they closed. Afterwards I drifted towards High Holborn, where my brother had very kindly booked a sumptuous hotel room for me – what an oasis that was! I found a great book in the suite, on archetypal symbolism, where I found this poem by Rilke…

You run like a herd of luminous deer

and I am dark, I am forest.

You are a wheel at which I stand,

Whose dark spokes sometimes catch me up,

revolve me nearer to the centre.

 

Pages from sketchbook in Italy

As we left the island this enormous cloud hung in the sky. It remained in the sky for all of our journey; as soon as we reached Castiglione, it vanished.
Little ancient wooden stature of St. Francis. As I looked into it’s little house I saw that the whole of the roof is covered in little bee nests, then I saw them zooming in and out, their long thin bodies hanging suspended in the air. They
are gradually transforming the body of St. Francis into little cones on the ceiling.
So many bodily associations which resonated with me. I loved the feeling in this Church.

Studio work, September, after Italy

Three days working hard in my studio, on small pieces, but each intense and concentrated. The ecological balancing act coming through strongly. The experiences in the Church of San Francesco, in Sansepolcro, with the miraculous Holy Face and the little Church on top of Isola Maggiore, Lago Trasimeno, very much with me in my studio.

Drawing, feeling on top of the world!

Walking in Italy, insect and bird lessons; trident faced rocks

One day whilst walking through a forest we came upon an enormous pile of fresh dung. It was literally crawling with blue-black shiny beetles; I have never seen anything like it before. On another day, whilst taking a rest (it was very hot, my pack was heavy) we sat down at the edge of the track, and as I sat, my eyes unfocused, I slowly became aware of a large pinkish insect beside my boots. It dawned on me that it was a praying mantis. I haven’t seen one since biology lessons at school, many years ago. We spent many minutes watching this extraordinary, seemingly ungainly insect. It looked at us too, with it’s large round eyes either side of it’s head.

One path past the Eremo di Cerbaiolo, the lower, gave us a good view of the settlement. To one side of it the markings in the rocks gave the impression of an eastern-looking face, with a trident on the forehead. Circling above the rocks were great dark broad-winged birds: eagles.

A bag back and front, just before we saw the face in the rocks.

 

Eremo di Cerbaiolo

Two weeks ago on holiday in Italy we walked to a tiny, ancient hermitage perched on top of an enormous rocky outcrop, about 25 km north of Sansepolcro. It had begun life as a Benedictine monastery before the Franciscans took over the care of the place. Twice we walked up steep dry rocky paths and on the second day, after waiting for an hour in a pocket of shade, the care-taker arrived, two heavy bags of figs in his hands. I was a little disappointed that Chiara, the caretaker who we had read about, and who had lived there before with her legions of goats, was nowhere to be seen. The tiny cemetery had three fresh well-tended graves.

Entering the Eremo was like crossing the threshold of a magical land, or a tardis of some sort. The courtyard was beautiful, with an enormous clock, an ancient well, and the saying ‘pray and work’  high upon the wall. The chapel felt as if the air was concentrated with prayer, coolness and silence. You would never imagine you were on high ground surrounded by eagles and precipitous ledges. We stayed a while in the sacred atmosphere. As we were leaving we read a clipping about the death of Chiara, two years previously. There were many pictures of her with her goats;  in most of the pictures they appeared to be climbing her legs, or gazing with love into her eyes.

We paid our respects at her grave, and beside the cross was a photograph of Chiara with a black goat, it’s face pressed against hers.

Looking back

By chance, in my studio yesterday, I picked up an old notebook of mine, from 12 years ago. I read it last night and this morning, and I have been struck by the many references to animals and the work I am doing now – or rather, which is emerging, being manifested now.

I am reminded of the animal quilt I sewed, with little animals hanging from it as if on little umbilical cords. I thought at the time that my work was like little children hanging from the walls. My work has matured since then, is more autonomous, less raw, more resolved.

In my old drawings I see horses/animals with legs made of leafy plants; they were never developed then, but they are now.

– and this paragraph: ‘Art is like gardening. You have to learn to wait for flowers to reveal themselves. and you have to prune, to mulch, to clear away, and to leave alone sometimes. Especially with trees.’ I don’t know whether this is a quotation I borrowed or not, but it is amazingly apposite for my thinking now.

I was reading about Genghis Khan… the OVA, or monuments on the tops of hills with poles on them holding horse’s skulls – places of pilgrimage (but didn’t I also read those warriors slaughtered their horses mercilessly).

Twelve years ago I felt I was wearing a bridle, with blinkers on, with flowers on the inside of the blinkers – maybe I should make this bridle now?

I loved the writing of Rumi then too: he wrote, ‘Art is the salve that will heal our heal our eyes’.

Watercolour. How I used to sit beneath my horse’s front legs. She would stand with her head over me. Shown at Artsway 2009.

The Juliet Gomperts Trust; studio work on linen

The Juliet Gomperts Trust are generously funding the materials and frames for the watercolours which I’ll be showing at Newlyn. This is making an enormous difference to my working life as it means I don’t have that financial worry hanging over me. I am so grateful.

The studio work has been going well; I have been working with watercolour and gum arabic on gesso-primed linen. Discovering new things about support through animal protection. Three nights ago I dreamed that my beloved dog gave me her beautiful skin to help me. In the dream I knew she was dead and in the Earth, yet she was also with me in the dream, and not dead. The skin she offered me was not bodily, but energetic, subtle. I have been working intensely on the quality of the gazes between species. Turning blood to milk takes a long time, as Rumi said.

Spanning the Material Field no.2

Found a great book in Oxfam, St. Ives, some months ago. Finally had time to have a proper look. It’s called Himalayan Art, by Madanjeet Singh. There are some wonderful little paintings depicting humans and animals. And some interesting dream accounts and stories. …”According to this story, Gautama’s mother Maya Devi dreamt of a white elephant entering her body from the right side…according to the dream interpreters ‘the child of her womb will assuredly be a holy child and grow up to achieve perfect wisdom’.”

“Tsahna was a lazy individual who was disowned by society because he was fond of sleeping… he lived in a cemetery, and at last he met a Yogi, who told him to ”imagine that you draw all the phenomenal objects into your spiritual self, then meditating on an ocean, perceive that your awareness floats on the water like a duck’….”

“He also taught Godhava to meditate at every dawn by concentrating on the songs of the birds and identifying himself with them.”

“Kukuripa was a Brahman who became a Yogi. Once when he was on his way to Lumbini, he found a stray puppy and took care of it for before 12 years before he went to Heaven. The gods entertained Kukuripa lavishly but he was unhappy without his pet. So he came back to earth and, as soon as he touched the dog, she was transformed into an angel. She then taught him the Tantras of Prajna (knowledge) and Upaya (method) and thus both achieved salvation.”

I was working today on a piece with a deer and disembodied wings. A tree is a companion; above,  an animal-bellied budding-breasted cocoon is appearing. I think there is a story in there but I don’t know what it is yet.

Works in progress in my studio, August 1st 2012

 

New Opening Date for Show at Newlyn!!

I heard today that my show ‘The Secret Worth A Thousand’ will open on Friday December 7th, not the 30th of November. We will install the show during the last week of November so the work will be available to view from Tuesday December 4th.

I worked this morning on tiny piece with a figure and a horse, a kind of energetic mesh connecting them.

Setting out on a long walk in the New Forest; it was the day we saw the white deer.

Dreamed of my special dog last night, she was asleep at the bottom of a pool, curled up; there was a sense of distance between us.