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.
