I haven’t been down to the beach to dip a piece of work in the sea for quite a long time. I seem to be having a creative rush at the moment with one piece of work following another. This is the first of several pieces to be sea dipped.
Words are becoming more important to me (an imperative really) and each of the works that I am making are a response to words that document the memory of an experience. I have given them the working title of ‘Fragments’.
This is what I wrote after I arrived home after a walk along the raised dyke
Burnham Overy Staithe.
The sun is warm on my back as I walk out to the beach,
but coming back the wind gets into my ears and chills them.
The blue sky is reflected upwards again by the shiny, smooth marsh:
a bright, slick brown/blue/green.
Recent spring tides have moved the sand and mud.
Where before the marsh was formed into deep crevices;
it is now flat.
Where before the marsh was flat;
it is now sculpted into twisting channels
of high banks and low, slowly seeping waters.
On top: sunlit, sparkling.
Below: deep dark shadow.
As I was dipping this in the sea (to rust the small iron wire eyelets sewn into the cloth) it occurred to me that although I was on Wells beach the experience that inspired the cloth was of another place. It is interesting that the memory of a place from then has been transcribed to now. The original memory has been reshaped and as a result another layer of meaning has been embedded into the cloth.