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- WEATHERED EDGE
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WEATHERED
EDGE
A
series of paintings created to catch the dynamic change
of seasons, the ebb and flow of landscape, all held within
the forms of ancient ragged dancing women. They were created
over two years, each one painted only during the season
through which she dances, her skirt made from a range
of organic and woven materials (herbs, bark, seeds, grasses,
dried fungi, nests, bones, antler, hoof, feathers, plant
fibres, misted spider webs, dragonfly wings, carved wood,
snow melted onto holly…) to hold and store the many
elements of magic that are found across wild land. Beneath
their skirts are painted the hidden totems and symbols
of these spirit women. They are aligned to the eight ancient
festivals of the year.
The
album WEATHERED EDGE contains the songs that accompany
this series of paintings.The original paintings were painted
2002-2004 and are 6 ft/180 cms high x 2 ft/60 cms wide,
acryllic on board plus many textiles and organic material.
They were exhibited as installations during 2004-2005.
The prints are on A4 (31x21 cms) heavy art card.
MIST
the Concealer (dancer for samhain)
She guards the fragile opening to the horned maze,
a puzzle and confusion cast up by the ancient land.
She is everything we thought was lost but which is
only hidden. Her dance is a threshold, a strange test
drawn layer upon layer over mind and eye. She steps
past shifting lifetimes, crosses into veiled beginnings
and so she dances down through dying shadows and the
half-light of Ghost Eve. |
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SNOW
the Protector (dancer for midwinter)
She has walked the long hoop through the curving trail
of many thousand years. She is what is held safe within
the trap. Young eyes watch through old year’s
face hung loose across her own; and the blood of age
melts slowly. Her dance is a return, a doorway again
entered, a loop made out of time. She dances at a
still point, life inside of death, gold beneath cold
black, motionless beside the silent in-breath of Midwinter. |
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ICE
the Hunter (dancer for imbolc)
She prowls the frost bound slopes armed with a delicately
potent dart of frozen fire. She is the balance between
the cruelty of diamonds and the human warmth of bones.
Her dance is a chase, a raw pursuit, an exquisite
challenge. She dances where the fire is kindled that
unlocks the land, that promises something real and
new, poised inside the belly of the year at this time
of Quickening. |
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WIND
the Summoner (dancer for spring)
She releases quick-fingered, fast-flown seeds of change
from her precious wellspring pod. She is wild exhaustion
lightly transformed into exhilarating joy. A hare’s
egg nests beneath a spell of twisted hazel. Her dance
is an awakening, a great momentous birthing; calling,
urging new life out onto the surface of the land.
She dances through impulsive freedoms, small bright
leaves, and the dynamic early mornings of Spring Rise. |
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RAIN
the Bestower (dancer for beltane)
She nourishes the budding year with secrets given
generously from her full and open bowl. She is that
which binds fierce fury to sweet passion, both the
offer and the gift. Flower petals dripping from the
ends of silver horns, a single drop of fertile light
that falls to touch the earth. Her dance is an orgasm,
dangerous intimacy and the union of two. All this
she dances in a place where fires are fed and waters
are taken deeply during the Night of Stags. |
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CLOUD
the Visioner (dancer for midsummer)
She holds the unfolding story of the year as drifting
thoughts fanned by her wing made of a thousand eyes.
She is constantly elusive and yet somehow constant.
Her dance is a dream, a finely beaded pattern of promise
and desire. She dances where subtle form is created
momentarily, drawn in by rings of stone or ever-changing
whim or the dragonfly that skits through the first
evening perfumes of Midsummer. |
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SUN
the Destroyer (dancer for lammas)
She has carefully placed beneath her meadow apron
a scythe called Harvest Kiss. She is both the body
burdened and the body filled. A sacrifice takes place
where long shadows reach into the centre of the corn.
Her dance is a renewal, cut down at peak to make the
plenty; and she has far greater sacrificial gifts
to bear. She dances as her memories enwrap the lazy
hours: warm amber, golden grasses, and honey dipped
with heady mountain thyme, the rich culmination of
the Harvest. |
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STORM
the Drummer (dancer for autumn)
She is the untamed, reckless bearer of a drum named
Berridraun’s skin. She is the place where fearsome
chaos turns into a liberating wilderness of soul.
Goat toe rattles roughly clatter and ochre powders
are crushed to paint the power that is being driven
into the ground. Her dance is a reckoning, a turning
point for justice won, a scorpionic anger that raises
madness to an art. She dances where the final chant
is sung and intense swells of energy flow backwards
at the Autumn Ebb. |
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| Complete
set of eight Weathered Edge prints |
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