I was very sad to hear of the death of Elspeth Thompson.
I have two of her books and regularly looked at her blog. I found her inspiring.
Below is a poem by Mary Oliver that Elspeth Thompson sent to Justine Picardie, that I found very moving.
May she rest in peace.
by MARY OLIVER
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting —
the fall is about the death of Icarus. I wanted this piece to be dense with detail, but also 'messy' and imperfect. Some details disappear or merge with other.
Oxidised sterling silver, enamel paint, yellow gold plate.
Thank you to Emma Goodsir for asking me to be part of this show.
Thanks also to Fluer Watson and Anne-Laure Cavigneaux who curated and designed the exhibition.
Best wishes to Michaela Bruton, Anna Davern, Natalia Milosz-Piekarska, Jessica Morrison, Karla Way and Katherine Wheeler. And final thanks to the amazing staff at e.g.etal who I work with on a daily basis.
the sun/ the sea is about the experience of flight.
Because Icarus flew too high to the sun, and too low above the sea, the feathers in the wings made by his father Daedalus began to come apart and ultimately led to his death.
I thought that this piece should be confident in it's description of the sun and the sea. All the detail is hand engraved and then hand painted with enamel paint. The feathers and parts of the silver plate has been gold plated.