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Into the outwoods residency… 6

19th March. After working in quiet areas off the main routes I started working in an area that will be part of the Sculpture Trail. It was important to have that quiet thinking time to become more in tune with the rhythms of the woods. I started looking to see what materials I could use, and all around was a covering of fine twigs. As I collected them they seemed a perfect material to see what was possible. Initially I wanted to make a circle or nest, but I found that I could hang the ‘rope’ of twigs from a branch, leading me to follow the contours of the moss covered tree.

There was a variety of colours in the oak leaves on the ground, some were particularly pale, and I used these to contrast with the dark twigs.

It was tricky to suspend the twigs without the whole strand falling apart, but it was possible. I liked the circle of leaves, and the way there are lots of different possibilities as I photographed the work.

Joining the strands into circles and then a sphere, this worked well small, but became more unmanageable as I tried to to make anything bigger. It would be good to use natural materials from the wood to make work that echoes the willow work that I will exhibit on the Trail, ephemeral pieces to exist for a short time alongside the more permanent exhibits.

Balancing on the fine branches of the beech, and eventually joining to what I had made earlier. This whole piece lasted far longer than I thought it would in a very busy part of the woods.

Into the Outwoods Residency….Day 5

11th March…today my starting point was the fragments of decaying tree trunk, fragments marking the timescale of a long forgotten tree.

In the past I made this piece ‘Out of Time’ . On the clock faces were the words “Make Time, Save Time, While Time Lasts, All Time is no Time, When Time is Past’ These words I saw on a sun dial at Staunton Country Park in Havent near Southampton while I was doing an Artist Residency there.

Out of Time

Circles become ripples of time….the marking of the lifetime of a tree……I found an area of pine cones and in a meditative state created circle after circle. each one taking longer with increasing perspectives on the woodland around me. Creating order out of chaos but aware that in time all will be returned to as it was. I hope to be able to repeat this during the 6 weeks of the trail, maybe reordering and adding circles over time.

Putting white oak leaves in the fragile tree stump to give a sense of returning back to the earth…of the blurring of boundaries between inner and outer, of what was and what will be. As I work I have many thoughts and ideas, many of them beyond my words.

A line marked on the ground with a stick……I liked it, but is it imposing too much of human activity on nature? I don’t know why but it felt more like that then rearranging in other ways, maybe because it is very much like writing…….I don’t really know.

I painted this several years ago, and walking in the woods I had seen a dead tree to make a willow one round. I had planned to do that as part of my residency. Walking today it wasn’t there, only a hole in the ground……do I leave that idea on hold, or find another place to make it?

Making circles on the ground on a steep path, echoing and thinking about what I had planned to make, as well as echoing the space where a tree had once stood tall.

Into the Outwoods residency…Day 4

March 8th..Walking into the woods without a clear idea of what I was going to make, but open to ideas. After the wind there were a lot of fallen branches and twigs, many of them had been turned a beautiful green by lichen. The vivid green caught my eye, and that became my starting point. Back to where I had been working before, and I started on a larger clock without hands…time un-fragmented, allowing stillness to descend, everything that wasn’t in the woods forgotten.

I like the way ‘time’ emerges from the forest floor, a little bit of order, something is maybe lost when it is complete, but also something is gained….and with time it will all be returned to nature, no trace left.

Found some burned wood from the remains of a small fire close by, I like the idea of using these charred remains, but it seemed the time wasn’t right for this idea, but something to work on in the future.

Far more interesting were the rotten pieces of wood, with their fragmenting texture, and a huge variety of colours. I was surprised by just how different the colours were when placed together…a reminder of each trees different history leading to this point.

Finding lots of thin twigs that are symbolically like roots, a very different texture. I’d like to do more with them.

On an earlier walk in the woods I found a deflated helium ballon, a gold star. I am collecting things I find, but also getting ideas from them. I had some ideas of ways to use stars as part of the Sculpture trail, again another thing that doesn’t feel right to develop just at the moment. I cut out a green star from a rhododendron leaf, it was too green, too un-natural just as their trees are in this mostly native woodland.

Pieces of rhododendron leaf made into a circle, an interesting material, but just not in these woods, I cut out circles, again interesting……

Sawdust from cutting branches, cut leaves on a beautiful piece of bark. I had a real sense of wanting to only use the materials of the Outwoods, with as little change being made by me as possible. I will be making work for the trail using willow, but I will continue making ephemeral work and hopefully some pieces that will last longer that become part of the Sculpture Trail.

Walking in the woods and becoming increasingly aware of the tree roots, how they really are holding the Earth together, of just how important woodlands are.

I found a mossy, hollowed out tree stump, the remains of a tree, fragile now, and not long before it becomes earth again. Made me realise how the woods are continually changing, how different it would have been 10, 20 or 50 years ago……

I had to leave the woods as I was meeting friends to watch DVDs of ceramic artists. Lee Kang-Hyo is an onggi master, a creator of huge storage containers….making and glazing them was a very powerful process, a meditative ritual and incredible to watch.

I certainly had a lot to think about…….

into the outwoods residency… Day 3

4th March. I wasn’t sure what I was going to make, but was drawn to this piece of wood to use as a starting point. I brushed away the pine needles and leaves. It was surrounded by fallen oak leaves, and that seemed the right material to start with, again I worked with lines before moving on to circles. It was a windy day so this was a very temporary piece as it was changed by the wind, until no traces of order remained.

I found a stone close by to use for my circle of oak leaves. I had to clear away some brambles that were getting in the way. I used the cut stalks on the leaves, randomly at first, then they became a clockface with out hands. I didn’t plan that initially, but I have made clocks without hands in the past. I like the way ideas come full circle.

I brushed away the leaves and started a clock face with just bramble stalks… started thinking about time, about the cycles of the seasons, time in the woods becomes timeless compared to time being fragmented by minutes….it is very meditative working in this way.

‘Ephemeral art Bramble marks passing seasons Oak stands eternal’ Written by Tonia, who I will be meeting at the end of March to think about ways we can work together.

Back to my infinity tree with new ideas, I could use the holly twigs that I had cut the leaves from, and cut more to use. It was less fiddly and prickly than the bramble, but needed more balancing on the uneven surface. Thought more about time, how the decaying tree trunks are like cogs in the wheel of time.

I spent some time walking, looking and writing in my sketchbook. Thinking about making big sculptural cogs, starting as a series of arches to possibly be able to walk under. I made a couple of small ephemeral pieces while I had all these thoughts in my mind, using what was on the forest floor.