Like children that once lived here the poppets are out
to play, they’ve come out to see what’s going on, to watch over their
wilderness. Usually safely hidden in the nooks and crannies of the derelict
buildings, they observe and record the secrets of this space. As nature reclaims the abandoned habitation the
poppets look out for the wild things as they quietly go about their
business. The untidy corners matter, here
nature mends and the wild things make their homes in this no man’s land, it’s nature’s
land where the poppets play.
Installation in Art in the Woods Holmfirth Arts Festival
In the words of Paul Evans,
'I love flowers in the ruins; Nature reclaims our most audacious works and they disintegrate, becoming colonised by plants and animals. I love the romance of decay. Ruins have tearful edges, a melancholy which persists in places once cherished, alive, lived in, now desolate. Their stones, bricks, slates and concrete hold a recording of all that happened there and plays back to me like a distant gramophone. Ruins have a residual life absorbed by water and earth; they are a becoming. Rot is beautiful.'
From Field Notes from the Edge - Journeys through Britain's Wilderness
'of all the lessons I've learned in my months with Mable this is the greatest of them all; that there is a world of things out there - rocks trees and stones and grass and all things that crawl and run and fly. They are all things in themselves, but we make them sensible to us by giving them meanings that shore up our views of the world.'
Helen Macdonald in H is for Hawk, Vintage London 2014
I am a textile artist. My inspiration is born of my love of the landscape. My work is driven by my concern about how I see humankind using the earth's resources with seemingly little regard for who comes next. We seem to have lost our sense of living with nature, of being part of it, we have lost our reverence for nature; we have become detached. The work is intended to make us more aware of our presence, it does not offer answers.