'Theatre Silentum Memorias'

We have put up the  exhibition, it has been called..

 'Nine Lives', 

It is firstly being shown at Slack Space, in Colchester, we are having a meet the artists evening this Friday from 7.30pm you are all welcome, come in spirit if you can't make it in body..

The exhibition is set up, and is looking wonderful, now you can finally get to see the completed work.. 

Brief: An ordinary shoe box, to make nine artifacts in nine months that fit inside the box.
The restraints:
1 - Doll - Alice
2 - Bundle of letters – Rolled poems and words, never to be told
3 - Heart - An amulet
4 - Pin cushion - Skull
5 - Item of clothing – Child’s first shoe
6 - A piece from a toy or game - Ark
7 - Jewellery – Paper beaded necklace
8 - A rattle – Sampler
9 - A memento of a significant event – Memories trapped in Glass wax
together with a Journal..

The story behind my heirloom box is not what it started out to be, after a lot of heart searching it became a box about Samantha and the memories of my beautiful girl. That is the reason for the box and why it is called  'Theatre of Silent Memories'.   
"Silent memories"? Because when you have lost someone so precious, those memories are your memories, and as family and friends forget that your grief still tears you apart a little more each day,  you stay silent... Enough Julie! Enough! Now to get on with the box.. 

 

1 - Doll - Alice

I have already introduced you to Alice and her alter ego the Cheshire Cat, she looks so innocent with those big innocent eyes, and the cat has a wicked grin that doesn't reach it's eyes at all..

I chose Alice in Wonderland Chapter 4, because this is when she gets stuck in the rabbits house...

.... when her eye fell upon a little bottle that stood near the looking- glass. There was no label this time with the words 'DRINK ME,' but nevertheless she uncorked it and put it to her lips. 'I know something interesting is sure to happen,' she said to herself, 'whenever I eat or drink anything; so I'll just see what this bottle does. I do hope it'll make me grow large again, for really I'm quite tired of being such a tiny little thing!' 
Alice is a metaphor for my daughter Samantha,when she was growing up always felt too tall, she also loved this passage when Alice gets stuck in the rabbits house. I also painted Alice's hair red, as was Samantha's.

 2- Bundle of letters – Rolled poems and words, never to be told

These are tied bundles of letters and poems things that I would have loved to have said and shared with my daughter.. Made from old papers, stained with coffee and vanilla tea wrapped tightly around a wooden skewer then wrapped with pale grey threads..

 

3 - Heart - An amulet

The Heart amulet was decided by a lucky find in a church yard a little shard of flint in the shape of a heart. What I have made is a 'breve' a textual amulet, these were placed in the cots of new the new born to protect them.  Tucked inside the breve is a little pocket in which holds a special prayer. The heart form chosen for what it signifies, a heart ripped out, but still pumping..

4 - Pin cushion - Skull
The Skull is a reminder of  death and mortality,  completed with hundreds of tiny pearls which are used as a metaphor for tears.. Each stitched on with the help of a magnifying glass and many a pricked finger.  The nose is from a broken necklace from the 1930's, the eye on the right is a strange old button, the left eye is half of a popper and the mouth is one half of a skirt fastener, the nearest thing I could get to a voice that can't be heard.

5 - Item of clothing – Child’s first shoe
A lost shoe is used as a metaphor for one of my children are missing.  Made from a tiny pattern found on the internet for a dolls shoe, made from calico then painted and finished with a cute button from the 1950's. All of my children had red shoes as their first shoes, another small link.

6 - A piece from a toy or game - Ark

The toy was the first item to be made. Simply made from an old cereal box and tissue paper, the ladder is from silver wire that I had brought many years ago.

Why an 'Ark', in ancient Egyptian mythology, mummies were buried with a boat in case of flood and a ladder to help them climb to the afterlife..

 7 - Jewellery – Paper beaded necklace

The necklace is made from some of Samantha's art work, the first time I have included any of my daughters art work in conjunction with in my own.  The pieces that I used where three small pieces of Samantha's water colour paper that looked as if she was testing colours for a new project.  I can't tell you how many tears I shed and how long it took me to pluck up the courage to cut into her work.. Sam would have probably thrown the paper away..

8 - A rattle – Sampler  

The rattle was a puzzling, my first instinct was to make it out of papier mache, but I had to include a sampler of some kind as in the brief.. Some months previously my son had given me a tiny tin that had held mints, he also gave me 22 ball bearings which was the age that Samantha was when she died.. These fitted in the tin perfectly and give an amazing sound.. So with needle and fine wool I designed the cover 'Pisces', my daughters birth sign for one side and a sampler of patterns on the other.. Stitched once again with the use of my wonderful magnifying glass.

 

9 - A memento of a significant event – Memories trapped in Glass wax
This was the hardest to do, my significant event became all of the events that were snatched away from me that we would never have together. To show this I used time,  trapped in the  glass wax are clocks, a key hole to signify things that can't be quite seen, and her age.. Just 22.  The wax glass is very fragile and small pieces break off easily this was perfect as the time we have with our children is so precious and we must make the most of every day as time chips away and precious moments pass without us noticing..

The Journal
 A hand made book which includes 9 lino prints one for each object in the box, as you open the book there is some of Samantha's handwriting from her dissertation.. I enlarged it to make it a little more abstracted in appearance.

 

 'Theatre Silentum Memorias'

 And here it is placed on a shelf at roughly eye level, together with the Journal and the book in which I worked out what, where and how I was going to make the heirloom box.

Nine artists, nine months, nine boxes. Meeting up once a month to discuss and develop the ideas for the nine pieces of work which each box would eventually contain. It was a journey like no other. A meeting of minds of friendships made, laughter and sorrow gently mixed together with the kindness of nine women.

YEY!

Help I can't get my words to show up on this blog..   

UPDATE.  

Many thanks to Hermione knew what I'd done wrong..  NUMPTY - I had put white words on a white back ground.. Do'h! 

Which has led to a spring clean.. I hope you like it..  ~ Julie

Home..

A peek at an untidy corner of my sitting room. Look on top of the bookcase.. Can you see the paper houses I'm working on, my work comes in from the studio, I just look at it, catch it from a different perspective then take it back out to the studio once again and make the changes. My work is all over the house, things in progress normally.. I wonder sometimes how I'm still married, my dear husband must be used to my butterfly ways..

The smoke fired hen on the mantle shelf I made many years ago, I'm still very fond of it.. The beautiful set of green stationary draws I brought from a charity shop and the bookcase was another ebay find it's old library shelving that had been cut in half and turned upside down, probably from the 1930's.

Norman made the fire surround out of old oak floor boards which we brought from the reclaim yard in Colchester.  The wood-burner  is an ebay find I got it for a song last autumn.. The woollen throw is a recent  purchase, pure undyed wool, handmade in Denmark, I love the soft natural greys and it is so cosy, we oldies (me and hubby) snuggle up together in front of the fire on chilly winter evenings.

Looking at this photo, I'd better get on and do a bit of tidying up..

Dartmouth, old bones and ents.

I've been trawling through my blog 'drafts' and found this post.. Completely forgotton amongst the flotsom in my draft folder.. So this is old but enjoyable all the same.

This is Dartmouth from the river heading across to...  

..Kingswear. If you don't catch the ferry across the river Dart, it is a very, very long drive around to get there.. And the ferry is always fun to catch.

At first Kingswear was dissapointing, it was a 'mizzle' day, but despite the rain we decided to take a walk up the hill and along the river.  We were so pleased that we had made the effort.  The views were spectacular and the walk along the river road was magical.

This beautiful tree was vast, standing bravely on the cliff edge with arms outstretched to the skies above, probably looking for something to hold on to. I got the feeling that there were Ents watching us.

 

I thought that you might like to see this wonderful medieval building, tucked behind the high street in Dartmouth, to me it is beautiful, with only its bones on display, like a dinosaur at the Natural History Museum in London.. 

 I think that it is called 'The Cherub', a public house at one time.. Please correct me if I'm wrong. Click on the image to see the carvings they are amazing..

Natures oddities..

When boy meets girl.

  Two logs from the wood pile.. 

Heirloom project.. Continued..Then there was the journal..

'Theatrum Silentum Memorias'

The journal has given me the most problems, for one thing I am not a confident book maker and I have had to follow the method from a book on how to finish the binding.. Not easy with paper in one hand glue in the other, glasses on my head and the need to read the next part of the tutorial.. Which I found was not as straight forward as I'd hoped... So, drop everything, ...Rush up to the computer, google...Back to book... Glue in one hand paper in the other... What did it say on Youtube??? AAAAhhh!!!... Drop everything... Rush up to the computer...

 

The journal is called 'Theatrum Silentum Memorias'.

 It has very few words, and just nine tiny lino prints..

Infants shoe

 

Skull of pearls

 Heart amulet

Paper beads

Details of where the 'Heirloom project' can be seen together with more photographs of the completed project soon..

Once apon a time.. There was a teeny tiny coat..

 

Made by the artist who brought a very small white rabbit for her new grand-daughter Maud.

 

"Hi" said the little white rabbit, she was new to the artists studio and was a little scared, so she hid in the little paper house on the artists table. She had been living in the local book shop window down in the artists village... 

She was feeling a little shy... And a little chilly

  

She wanted to go on a journey but didn't have a coat. So she asked the artist to make her one, which of course she did. "And very fiddly it was too".. Said the artist

The artist custom made the coat to allow her tiny tail to peek out so that it didn't get squashed.

 

The little rabbit struggled to get it on. Phew! And had to have a sit down. Once she'd got the buttons done up, she popped her head around the door of the little paper house..

"Hello" 

She said to the artists blog land friends..

"Ta Da.... Look at my new daisy coat"..  The little rabbit said.

"I shall soon be off on my journey to meet Maud, I hope that she likes me and my new coat". The little white rabbit smiled a sweet smile.. 

She waved her tiny paw and said

"Bye" And blew everyone a kiss.x

 ("I sound more and more like my mother every day, stories about rabbits and lazy daisy's on tiny coats....What next I ask?")

On my work bench this weekend..

 The beginnings of a paper house.

 

Inspired by the heirloom project that I have been working over these past few months which has proved to be a challenge and a joy all mixed together. 

I will be handing in the box this week, and I'm working on a post explaining the progress.. I promise you it will be a long read.. It's taking ages to write... Keep your eyes peeled, hoping to get it finished soon.