HALLO DAVID

SUZANNE DERY & AMY CLAIRE HUESTIS: Self-Directed Residency, 2016

Lichen/ Arrow Rainbow/ River   Wood   Axe/ Green  Blue  Orange/ Yellow Crystal Moon Cloud/ Light  Picture    Fire    Cauldron/ Sauna    Water     Dishes   Matches/ Toilet Paper  Pee  Moss  Trees  Heather/ Witches  Juniper berries  Stars   Mountains

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RAINBOW WALK

We see the rainbow ahead, then in the landscape

through striations and wondrous gradations.

Green always the constant neutral tone.

Soft green of moss, green so alive in trees,

plants, green green emerald lovely green

is the colour of Sue’s hair in the other

world.  A fuzz of emerald green surrounds her head,

her hair like glorious green wool.

Her cloak is green, and she is the colour

of living things.

The secret world of the maker unseen, unrevealed. Reflections in the pond and waters symmetry, as what is above is below. Is the bothy a space that holds many secret worlds of makers inside?OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA        

 

 

 

 

 

Gathering things, looking, noticing, gathering images, looking through glass. One looks through the coloured glass and afterward the head glows, A vibrant sensation. BLUE GLASS makes a Romantic image BLUE AND ORANGE GLASS even more so, moody , dark, twilight. ORANGE GLASS on green hill and water With white sky, dazzling gradation of colour.
Gathering things, looking, noticing,
gathering images, looking through glass.
One looks through the coloured glass and afterward the head glows,
A vibrant sensation.
BLUE GLASS makes a Romantic image
BLUE AND ORANGE GLASS even more so,
moody , dark, twilight.
ORANGE GLASS on green hill and water
With white sky, dazzling gradation of colour.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Right now I am thinking of

how I enjoy the silence

of our working time.

Each at ‘our’ desks.

Yes, I know this dark colour (glass + landscape) resembles the German Romantics, and oh cast on a ruin, one sees a historical impulse, though. But overriding this is the glue and definition of new things, a magical practice, a transformative practice. Simple coloured glass, so beautiful and pure, transforms the landscape. Pictures appear -- mind-pictures, captured pictures.
Yes, I know this dark colour (glass + landscape)
resembles the German Romantics,
and oh cast on a ruin, one sees a historical impulse, though.
But overriding this is the glue
and definition of new things,
a magical practice, a transformative practice.
Simple coloured glass, so beautiful and pure,
transforms the landscape.
Pictures appear — mind-pictures, captured pictures.

The only sounds

are scratching, movements

of making and the rain,

fire breath and wind.

The sun comes and goes

and the light of day guides

work time

and brings inspiration,

energy, imagination

and enchantment.

I will work with reflection

and form. As I finish

writing for now,

I look out

through the window to my

right ­

Our shrine for Venus

sits on a mound surrounded

by heather and grass

and the sun is shining on her.

The window sill holds crystals

of coloured glass and sheets

of these colours: indigo, yellow,

orange and light rose.

Moon shape, moon companion, appearing Always at the right moment coming going. Bright bodies of naked witches making Moon shadows, worshiping moon.
Moon shape, moon companion, appearing Always at the right moment coming going. Bright bodies of naked witches making Moon shadows, worshiping moon.

 

The sky cleared and the stars shimmered ­ millions, gazillions, clusters, constellations speaking. Later on the moon came back ­ so bright, so intense behind the veiny trees on the low horizon.
The sky cleared and the stars
shimmered ­
millions, gazillions,
clusters, constellations speaking.
Later on the moon came back ­
so bright, so intense behind
the veiny trees on the low horizon.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAGathering lichen for a slide.

Maybe we

will be

lucky

And see the stag’s horns

or trees

or sea creatures

moss

birds

tiny kingdoms.

When the slide is

out in front of the lenses.

Something will be revealed

Something of wonder.

 

 

 

 

Thinking of last night…

We set up the magic lanterns

with our oil lamps, it took

Some fussing around to get

The distances right, the right wall

Space for our lighted work.

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Magic lanterns lit with oil. Soft, demanding close looking. Gentle, flickering, yellow light. No sound, no wires. Intimate connection and physical closeness to picture. Play, soft place. Excitement, discoveries. Sue’s aesthetic and mine = frisson, vibrations.

It was dark, working by candle

light, but agreed this is a

wonderful, natural way to live

and with time as it is ­

As medium, material, substance.

There seems much synchronicity

happening,

every moment

intertwined to bring good

things.

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Our slides projected in the

hut on the wall space over

the bench in the kitchen

showed us the magic we

were making, a part of

and encountering. The

Candlelight, lamplight, firelight, starlight. Learning the gentle way of night with no electricity, The soothing time. Night for me is usually the time of anxiety, Fears creep in. Here it is fun!  Transitions between moon-light, Snow-light, candle-light. (Candle)

candle light was dim,

filled with warmth and good

energy…dancing with us.

Circles, triangles, crystals,

colours, drawings came to life!

Reflections multiplied as did

the forms. Geometry speaks

and informs itself and us.

 

 

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Secret practices — how much will remain

secret from this place?

How much will we tell to others?

How much have we revealed  to each other?

Each day, I spend hours admiring Sue and her ways,

her strength, humour, voice.

 

 

 

Circles, triangles, crystals,

colours, drawings came to life!

Reflections multiplied as did

the forms. Geometry speaks

and informs itself and us.

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Madescapes at Pig Rock Bothy

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MadeScaes ^, Beacons, 2014

UK Based Artist Collaborative group MadeScapes ^ are constantly thinking, researching and appropriating, in order to produce works and projects beyond themselves and projecting a potential for our greater humanity. Having exhibited both nationally and internationally, from London to Barcelona; they now arrive at their latest project ‘Beacons’ which was recently exhibited at the Pig Rock Bothy at the Scottish National Gallery of Contemporary Art in Edinburgh.

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Pig Rock Bothy was wrapped up and filled with a deluge of colliding and overlaid logos; the clash of contemporary spectacle and latent paranoia. As the post 9/11 period dragged on a new pessimism threatened to overtake the hope of the late twentieth century: before that the baby-boomers that espoused peace and free love in the sixties matured into the venture-capitalists of the eighties. The internet engendered the Global Village: Are we destined to forever run this loop of hope and despair, or are we the generation that can break the cycle?

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BEACONS

At the core there is a void into which your reality can be projected.

From the centrepoint it appears as though your world is forever expanding. Repeating and recreating itself ever outwards until it becomes everything it had hoped it would be; until it reaches the point where there is nothing outside of itself. And once more, nothing within.

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In oneness there is no referent. The vast expanse of everything returns us to an atomic state. From this nothing, a new beginning.

At this rate of expansion the cloud can never be outrun.

An ever-decreasing loop of hope and despair intensifies every moment to levels that can never be equalled, only bettered, until betterness becomes an impossible dream, and the dream replaces hope and reality replaces despair and we turn to our collected symbolism to remind us of who we are: To tell us why to be.

With every corner of consciousness cleansed of its precedents we, sterilised, return to the fold ready to watch the world with eyes screwed tightly shut. Purged of the old, the new becomes the norm becomes the old again and is torn up, chopped down and purified, razed and replaced. And everything collapses on the core. Condensed out of recognition, that core is revealed to contain nothing but the void onto which reality is projected, accepted, absorbed and represented. Equivalence. Equidistance. A solid state: liquified, atomised, solidified. –‘Beacons’, 2014 MadeScapes ^

 
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