Sumptuous stump work.
My first encounter with
the art of needlework was with my great aunt Flo who lived along with
three other aunts in the top floor flat of my grandparents’ house.
She had been a court dress maker but now in retirement stitched
wonderful silk work pictures and dressed dolls for charity raffles.
On our arrival at my grandparents I would be whisked off by Aunt Flo
at the earliest opportunity to show me her latest creations. A large
white painted Edwardian chest of drawers contained all her fabric
offcuts and making materials. As she open each drawer the ever
familiar scent of lavender billowed out but it was in the bottom
drawer that the real treasure lay, wrapped in tissue paper was the
latest finished doll dressed in the most intricate and heavily
petticoated costume, every item of which could be removed with the
smallest of buttons. On her bed nestled in lace cushions was her old
wooden doll which I still treasure along with one of her little silk
pictures.
During my days as an
antique dealer I admired the extra ordinary skill and beauty of 17th
century stump work but could never afford it. Only after five years
of being up on the isle of Lewis did I decide to try sowing with yarn
left over from some of our six local Harris Tweed weavers. After
several years of collecting discarded bobbins of wool from the local
weavers and charity shops I started my first picture and was
delighted to find friends describing it as painting with wool. The
dying process and mixing of wools before spinning for tweed yarn is
such that the wool does not have a solid uniform colour and so lends
itself well to pictorial work. Needlework is by its nature slow and
whereas I could paint a picture in a matter of days stitching one
takes me months. Experimenting with stump work (the padding out in
order to raise areas of the picture) brought another dimension and
depth to the images as I started on a series of six tapestries
inspired by animals in the bible. The work took three years to
complete and as such remains work to be seen rather than sold. Each
image carries with it a story of its creation during the months they
took to evolve. They were of a size that proved easily transportable
and so I worked on them wherever I happened to be, in Western
Australia, Brittany, Cornwall or the Outer Hebrides. So given that
they take so long to stitch for me they are also images that capture
my time. I can see a tiger that I worked on during a long haul flight
to Perth and remember the young man sitting next to me enthralled by
the intricacy of the work. Camping on the island of Bernara a weather
beaten elderly shepherd wandered across the machair intrigued to
discover me stitching a blackface sheep. While waiting to catch a
homeward flight at Doha airport the entire cabin crew gathered round
as I sat cross legged on the floor stitching the background of Daniel
in the Lion’s den. Then in the midst of a Breton winter there are
countless hours sat under an angle poise lamp with the roaring warmth
of the wood burning stove, or early summer mornings stitching at the
bedroom window of the croft house on the isle of Lewis; the neighbour
walking his two sheep dogs, the school bus passes while others head
off to work in Stornoway.
After three months
working the image is well and truly imprinted so much so that I have
to make a conscious effort to eradicate it from my vision I order to
proceed with other work. The final of the six biblical stump work
images was finished at the end of this summer and now seems a fitting
season’s greeting card.
More
often than not I already have in mind the next project however I try
to make myself take a break between major works, however this latest
project has been brewing in the back of my mind for the past three
years, to make a stump work casket in the 17th century
manner. I estimate this will take a full six months and will
incorporate images of birds inspired by Audubon’s birds of America.
The box is made and I’ve started work on the two side panels and am
loving the sumptuousness of the work.
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