I did a painting including Poppies last year but as this year symbolises the 100 years since the end of the First World War, I wanted to revisit the flower again. This time I decided to experiment with Modrock and Acrylics, which is something I haven’t used in years…
We Remember (2018)
It took me a while to think of a name for this one, in the end I decided on calling it “We Remember,” Because with the poppy we remember the fallen but I wanted to show that we need to remember them everywhere, even in the most peaceful and beautiful places, because the war affected everyone and everything.
This was another experiment with Modrock, I wanted to see if a solid 3-D poppy would work, I wanted to create one what wasn’t frail something that symbolised the hard attitude that many people had towards the war, because on the outside people had to keep this, “Keep Calm and Carry on,” Stance, they couldn’t show to whither easily like a real flower. Having just one Poppy however, wasn’t right. We stuck together through this war and were tied by the vines and although things were tough we helped each other.
From Chaos (2017) Mixed Media on canvas.
The idea behind this piece came from the story of Pandora’s Box. The Ancient Greeks believed the universe started from chaos somewhere down the line humans were created and the story of Zeus giving Pandora a box happened. Misery etc entered the world but so did the hope of all these good things.
Hell of a lot of sewing was invovled in this piece as the outside and some of the inside needed to be sewn together, glue wouldn’t look right.
Sheet Music on one of the panels inside the box is, “Take Flight,” From Lindsey Stirling
And Night Fell (2017)
Oil painting and paper cutting on canvas.
I was inspired on the long train journey home from Whitby- usually it takes just over an hour to get back but this time we got on the train that took over 2 hours.
I loved the colours of the sky, as the sun had just started to set earlier, like they where burning on the contrasting black horizon. Hints of black and blue running though the sky are like the veins of the sky and the earth. The black paper cuttings were covering the silver and blue patterns symbolising the day has ended although the sun for the moment is still there. Also this links to my obsession with Greek Mythology as I wanted to show the day ending, going to sleep and night, Nyx, is covering the sky, but like everything they are alive.
Nyx was an ancient deity usually envisaged as the very substance of the night–a veil of dark mists drawn across the sky to obscure the light of Aither, the shining blue of the heavens. Her opposite number was Hemera (Day) who scattered the mists of night at dawn.
I’ve grown up in a Catholic family, one of the memories I have going through my childhood and early adolescence is going to church, which was more like a small family reunion, every Saturday night or Sunday morning. Older I got and as Priest’s changed I went to church less and less, but you can’t really run from prayers (hence I put the Lord’s Prayer in the picture) and the memory that I was even an altar girl helping out the priest. People take one look at me and sometimes are surprised that with my gothic look I have this background and that I have fond memories of going to church.
I decided that I would give this piece to the church I grew up in- St Albans RC Church Denaby. Here’s where it has ended up (For now) and also the priest.
Oil on canvas’
Depicting a feature on the front of Conisbrough Library and the smaller pictures are, Conisbrough Viaduct, part of St Peter’s church and the Conisbrough sign.
I’ve been wanting to do something with the Conisbrough library, especially with the wheel on front of it for a while now, as it’s somewhere I went often growing up. The idea was for the smaller canvas’ where part of the wheel coming off of it whilst depicting parts of Conisbrough’s history.