Stitching an Irish landscape

Greetings! Been a while since I’ve posted. I have come back from a long-awaited trip to Ireland for a bit of a holiday and to complete work for my Arts Council project. I’m busy creating separate stories of my skills work and the sculpture which is about to be shipped, but in the meanwhile I thought I’d show you some of the scenery through photos and a stitched piece that has become two small vessels. I have become a little captivated by the notion of chawan – Chinese and Japanese tea bowls, and the larger of the two bowls is roughly the size of one. I enjoy the notions behind the ritual ceremony and wanted to make something that echoed holding friendship and landscape in my hand. Here they are, and the unfolding story behind them:

Loop Head is a special area in Clare – a peninsula separating the Shannon estuary and the Atlantic. It is rural, wild and expansive. I stayed with two great friends and travelled with another. Kim’s house looks out over fields and bays and every morning we sat with our drinks chatting and watching the sun come up.

The beaches are wonderful, the wind brings in all sorts and the seaweed formations were utterly captivating and rather ‘other-worldly’. This capture the light, the sea and waves and the undulations of the weed sculptures:

Krys’s house is on the other side of the peninsula and is a tiny walk away from the coastline at the widest part of the Shannon. Her house also stands in wide space amongst fields and hedgerows. Out the back is lush green, with willow trees and a vegetable patch. You will see more of the willow when I post some of my Arts Council work.

The Loop Head area has small harbours and bays dotted along the coastline which is really know for its spectacular cliiffs. I love the salt- rusted, time-worn textures and this is a scrumptious part of a harbour post:

Inside Krys’s house is full of intrigue. Her house is filled with so many artworks, models, figures and assemblages that it takes a day to take it all in! So colours that I associate with being in this private landscape ended my daily stitching.

For me, hand-stitching cements memory. It’s something I have started to do more and more of. It’s an intimate, deeply personal act that grounds you in a moment and when viewed, takes you back instantly to a place or circumstance. I think many use sketchbooks to do the same, but hand-stitching is much, much slower and let’s time soak in and whisper around the work. This is the strip I came home with, it started as a whim, something to do. It wasn’t important, but by the time I was a little along the cloth, it had started ‘becoming’. Sometimes you just need to start a thing to see if it ends up ‘being’. I said at the start, there is something about vessels that resonates deeply with me and holding these now as small forms encompasses the other element of my stay, that of deep friendship and shared experience.

My Arts Council work is almost ready to share, and the sculpture is being shipped, so stay in touch to hear about them soon!