Art

The sculptural forms of wild angelica stand out among the heather and grasses of the Cornish moors in high summer. Their flower-heads can echo the shapes of scudding clouds while golden grasses sway all around. I have hand-dyed satin for the sky while the plant forms stand forward in a collage of silk, satin and velvet. All shimmer in the light.

In my Cornish, woodland garden I know of no flowers that age more intriguingly than hydrangeas. My white hydrangea gradually changes to shades of green while the edges of each flower blush to pink. I have created a textile collage, hand dyeing silks, satins and velvets to describe the changes within each flower.

My wild garden provides much of the inspiration for my textile collages. I have a particular love for the dragonflies that share this garden and river.

The flowers of blue Hydrangeas dip into the golden stream that runs through my garden. Beautiful Demoiselle damselflies flutter their iridescent wings above the water. This is the subject of my new textile collage, the light reflective qualities of the silks, satins and velvets I use translating a scene so full of shifting light.

In high summer the cliffs of Cornwall are a mass of purple and pink Heather. With a background of sunlit sea the sight is glorious. I have created a textile collage describing the rich patterns and colours of our summer on the edge of the Atlantic Ocean.

Porthnanven in the far west of Cornwall has undulating granite bedrock reaching out into the Atlantic Ocean. There are also rounded boulders that have worn round rock-pools in the bedrock. I describe these forms in my textile collages using hand-dyed silks and satins.

I love the aesthetic of an orchard with trees in flower and fruit. I have planted the turf below my trees with bulbs and wildflowers so that its season begins at the turn of the year with a flowering meadow that continues through the spring. Favourites among the flowers are the crocuses, but birds like them too and often eat the flowers before I can appreciate their beauty. Meeting a handsome pheasant who had dined well, I decided that rather than be furious I should see this as an opportunity, and so I created this collage in celebration of his beauty as well as the meadow’s.

Snowdrops are the first flowers of the season and fill my garden with their fragile white and green. I love them most where they reach down towards the river and echo the white water as the flow of the river wraps around granite boulders.
Bringing water and plants together in art is particularly satisfying and is for me the essence of this valley.

White crocuses grow in the dappled light of my garden and are a favourite with queen bumblebees in early spring. I have created a collage inspired by these big bumbles and the ethereal white crocus flowers.

A hundred years ago Narcissus were grown commercially in tiny fields on the coast of West Cornwall. These are long neglected and overgrown but each spring flowers emerge to decorate the cliffs with colour.

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