“The landscape is alive and breathing.”
My own individual creations are born into this world by the passion that is in my head, hands and heart. I use natural fibre that is grown upon ancient land. My ancestors are buried in this soil and so I feel a connection to a power that manifests itself creatively. The landscape is alive and breathing. My art can take up to nine months to grow and mature, on land that family members have toiled upon in all seasons for centuries. This plant growing season mimics the time for human life to grow in the womb.
I am a simple daughter of the earth as my father is a son of the soil and so I have a duty to be a guardian to the genius Loci of my land. The change of season and the power of the elements both foul and fair are amalgamated in my fecund creations. I watch patiently and walk repetitively upon the land throughout each season as I see energy and potential art growing in the fields. I hand reap each grain and stalk of cereal crop at the optimal time. I connect with past generations as I hand harvest. The connection with the soil is a spiritual experience. Modern machinery has replaced the old power upon the land and the job can be accomplished within days as opposed to weeks of incredible backbreaking toil. To be physically in a field and listening to the response of the crop as it is hand reaped is not only magical but otherworldly and deeply spiritual. I am truly at home when I am totally alone as the sun goes down in a large landscape and I smell the sweet smell of summer earth and cultivated crops. The gentle breezes passing through each cereal head, the deer jumping, foxes or hares running through and raptors’ cries high above the fields is my form of heaven on earth. This is my home and where my spirit belongs.