The Abundance of Light

'The Abundance of Light' Oil on Canvas, 91.5 x 61 cm, 2012

In the painting the landscape is windswept and formidable with mountains behind the figure suggesting challenges that are yet to be overcome. The figure itself is inspired by gothic architecture suggesting the body as a tangible home for the soul. The darkness within can be seen as the night which must be overcome. Huge wings brushed by some ethereal wind are those of the Phoenix a symbol of redemption. The bird held by the figure represents the freedom of the soul and its capacity to soar to ever greater heights.

I came across Theo Williams poem ‘The Abundance of Light’ and it so beautifully encapsulated my thinking that I decided to name the painting after it. Both the painting and the poem talk about overcoming the darkness which sometimes can seem overwhelming in life. It talks of good deeds letting the light into life and is a message of hope and renewal. 

Abundance Of Light


Twilight befalls - Simmer of sun
Dulled phoenix spreads its wings
Flying orange, yellow amid the sky
"Beauteous light! " - Innards cry.


None grace shan't bequeath nigh.


A moon with purity a ray
That shines so vast
No darkness overtake a day
Nor into e'er gloom is cast.


‘Tis plentiful for an evil cannot last.


If a bird sing in line with light
Then hath the cage be unlocked
For thy bird holds the rod of right
And for within only a day no night.


One hath thyself expelled all dim plights.


Simple as sun who shine in a rain
Thus no sadness to conquer that drop
Brightness exorcises all thy pain
As wondrous as a sky's backdrop.


For a year and a year light is a many can tame.


Whence a deed is past one another
A rainbow of gold doeth appear
For if thy love each sister and brother
Thou art hath light in core of the sphere.


For if the bird sings of good - day does wake from here.


When thou awaken to a stretching sun
Who shines its glimmer so ever bright
None blackness - Inner day overcomes night
For this is the abundance of light.


For this is the abundance of light.



Theo Williams

Original Victorian Cabinet Card which inspired the painting.

The Appointed Hour

'The Appointed Hour' Oil on Canvas, 91.5 x 61 cm, 2012

‘The Appointed Hour’ is a painting which talks about the defining moments in life and their sudden and unexpected arrival. Throughout our lives we expect that at some point certain events will unfold which will change the course of our destiny. In this painting I have attempted to capture the anticipation of one such encounter. A young lady stands resting by the side of the road. Her body is comprised of elements which represent restriction and time, both things felt keenly when one has expectation in one’s heart. Her face is sublimely patient. The idea of control is symbolised by her raised parasol. It partially shades the figure while providing a barrier between herself and the elements. It is raised purely for peace of mind as behind her the sky is tranquil; a changing patchwork of the hours rolled into one. The ring on her finger and the roses which bloom next to her are symbolic indicators of both of her expectations for love, companionship and security and their imminent arrival.

The Victorian Cabinet Card that inspired the painting

Something Wonderful

It was my dream to take home one thing which would become a treasure for Nik and I for the remainder of our lives. We were beginning to despair that we would find anything. All the roads we took lead us to amazing experiences but nothing we could physically take back with us. Then our path lead us somewhere we didn't expect. On our way from Corfe to Brighton we stopped in at a little antique store and there we discovered two Victorian Gothic Revival Pews. These oak church pews are glorious with their hand carved backs. Before I ever saw them they sat in a room of the house I have in my head and when they appeared it was as if we were always supposed to find them. In reference to the style of the Pre-Raphaelites I have tracked down embroidered material by William Morris, the builder of The Red House to cover the seats and add another degree of fantasy to them.

London

I must apologize for the lateness of this post. My last few days in London were so exhausting that I had little enough energy to drag myself around let alone try to blog about it. Our time in Brighton with its endless queues had taken the wind out of our sails but I was in London and I wasn't going to give up. I'm glad I didn't. The Tower of London was much more interesting then I remembered from my last visit ten years ago. Whether it is age, perspective or the fact that much more was on display this time, I came out full of inspiration. There was a display of armor worn by the princes and kings of England and just seeing the girth of Henry VIII, the ostentatious filigree on Charles I armor and the sweet little suits worn by Henry VIII and his son Edward as children was quite a wonderful experience. I've always held a fascination for medieval warfare (hence Hastings and Sherwood Forest) and this collection of Royal Arms through the ages gave me a unparalleled window into the ages where royal armor clad the bodies of kings.

 Even though I had experienced a degree of disappointment with the Pre-Raphaelite art I had seen at the beginning of my journey in Aberdeen I wanted to go to the comprehensive exhibition at the Tate Britain. 

When I was a little girl and said things to friends that I no longer felt were applicable all I had to do was a takeback. 25 years later I'm going to invoke the rule of takebacks once again. 

To put it lightly I was overawed. It felt like I was Howard Carter plumbing the depths of an intact royal tomb, moving from one room to the next as the treasures became even grander and more awe inspiring. Stained glass, embroidery, enormous tapestries and the most magnificent treasures of all - Edward Burne-Jones' paintings. I have NEVER seen anything so stunning in my entire life. His works were alive, they glowed. I felt like I had finally found that one thing I had been looking for for so many years. In front of Burne-Jones' works everything else paled. I would have cried if I hadn't worried about everyone in the room thinking I was a little mad. I had two days left in London and I had to force myself not to go back and look at the works again for fear they had somehow altered since the day before and that that invisible thread connecting them to my heart had somehow frayed.

Strangely we had dinner before the Jack the Ripper night walk in the Indian restaurant at the corner of Thrawl Street and Brick Lane and later during the tour we learned that this used to be the Frying Pan Public House where one of Jack the Rippers victims Mary Ann Nichols was seen on the night of her death. 

My last treasure from London was the V&A. I wish I had a sketch book with me as there is so much within this glorious building which was inspiring. I can't believe that museums like this actually exist. The wealth of medieval art and sculpture was staggering and my two new loves - stained glass and tapestries were abundant here.

England & Scotland were fascinating and enchanting places filled with such a variety of treasures. I thoroughly enjoyed my time there and all these experiences will certainly lead to a new artistic development in my work which would never have been possible before.

Brighton, Battle & The Red House

The View from our hotel room in Brighton

Well we have had a very up and down time over the past few days. We met up with our friend Helen in Brighton and had a great day but the day before was full of queuing and we will always associate Brighton with queues now.

After Brighton we decided to go to Battle and watch the annual celebrations for 1066 which included a battle with over 1000 participants. When we arrived we were told that the 10 minute bout of heavy rain and hail the day before had waterlogged the ground and the battle had been cancelled. However the British Heritage people were very good and we still got to go in for free and see Battle Abbey and the actual field which played such an important role in British history.

After that we went on to the Red House just outside of London to see William and Janey Morris's specially designed Pre-Raphaelite house. The exterior was charming and this particular day was the day of the apple festival so we were lucky enough to get to try apples from the trees which had been there in the days of Rossetti, Lizzie Siddal and Edward Burne-Jones. Inside though it is a sad place, stripped of any feeling of warmth by the fact that it contains only a couple of pieces of the original furniture which had been built in. If only the galleries which hold on to these precious things would let them go back I think this house would be transformed. Many of the frescoes that had adorned the walls were painted over later but there is enough there to get a feeling of what it may have been like in its heyday.

Carousel on Brighton Pier. I had to try the ghost train here too and found it slightly better than the one in Aberdeen but just as hilarious.

Corfe Castle

The view of Corfe Castle from just outside our B&B

Morton's House Hotel built in 1590.

The sitting room at Morton's House Hotel

On a dark afternoon we drove into the little village of Corfe. It is a charming place. Everything is  slightly too small. The village's doors, windows, even the houses themselves with their grey stone and slate roofs were built so long ago that they seem to have shrunk as the centuries progressed. It goes without saying that we loved the place. To our delight there was a tiny door the unbroken wall of stone with a for sale sign. Eagerly we looked up the little cottages asking price but found it equal  to our large house in Australia; a holiday home in Corfe is still a little way off it seems. Instead of settling in this ideal English village we took rooms at Morton's House Hotel, a grand old 16th century manor now turned luxury B&B. It is an inviting place with such friendly staff. The icing on the cake has to be the cosy paneled sitting room with its roaring fire and very old and beautifully carved surround.  

One of the towers of Corfe wedged against another section of wall

Corfe Castle seen from the village below

The next morning we awoke to wet streets. The rain was very mild so we decided to go into Swanage to find some antique shops. We didn't end up buying anything but we did get caught in a torrential downpour whilst strolling down the pier.

Later that day and a new change of clothes later we were up at the castle, now a romantic and subsiding ruin. It's history is just as varied and wonderful as any I have read so far and wandering around one gets the sense that at any minute one or other of the precariously balanced stone structures leaning at various worrying angles could slip down off the steep hillside and be lost forever. I think it may be this sense of imminent disaster coupled with the past ones that brings a kind of energy to this forlorn and striking place. There is enough of it left that one can imagine it as it had once been and there is also something surreal in the enormous chunks of wall still intact that balance one against the other while huge sections still stand guard at the top of the hill.

St Michael's Mount & A La Ronde

St Michael's Mount at high tide.

St Michaels Mount has to take the prize as the most spectacular castle I have ever seen. The fact that visitors have to take a boat that is little more then a dingy across to get to the tiny port with its collection of old houses is wonderful in itself but once one has climbed the pebble pathways to the top there it is nothing I have seen so far that matches it.

On the little island of St Michael's Mount the castle appears like a ghostly vision.

We took the first boat over to the island at about 10 am. The night before we had stayed at a bed and breakfast with a view to the castle and only for a few hours around midnight had the mist cleared long enough to see the castle lit up amongst the darkness and the twinkling lights of the settlements beyond. When we awoke the next morning the castle had disappeared again. 

Undeterred we took the little boat across and were rewarded by the faint looming silhouette above the village.

After climbing to the top the castle looms out of the mist.

Here on this island the vegetation is lush and wonderfully varied and the castle seems to grow out of the rock it is perched upon to sit at its apex with gardens sliding downwards into the sea. 

My heart was in my mouth as I leaned over the battlements and was greeted with this view.

One of the interior rooms of the castle.

Once inside it has all the things one would want from a castle that is still being used as a residence. It has a strong sense of quiet solitude with its sweeping views from the battlements and a beautiful interior which celebrates a mixture of styles and periods. We saw a lovely collection of objects from decorative to religious and military and I was delighted to discover a pair of rooms decorated in Chinoiserie style. 

We are on our way to Brighton to meet a friend and take in George IV's splendid and over the top creation Brighton Pavilion. It's been ten years since I was last there but it made such an impression on me I have to go again. It's a long drive so we are breaking up the distance with some interesting stops. The first of these is A La Ronde. 

Shell bell jar display in a stairwell

Fireplace display

This is an unusual building, passed down through the female line which contains an eccentric collection of mementos and keepsakes. Its use of space is enchanting with the  rooms arranged around an interior reception space three stories high. Its hand painted walls reach up to the second floor where fabric  folded  to resemble a tent terminates at the base of a small walkway decorated with shells and paintings. This shell mania reminds me of the Calke taxidermy collection but on a smaller though no less eccentric level. Because of its age and fragility the shell walk is not open to visitors which was a real pity but you are treated to shell displays throughout the rest of the house as if to make up for the greater loss. These quirky arrangements can be found tucked away in corners or presented in fire grates, assembled into framed pictures or in cases. All in all A La Ronde is the perfect display case for these ladies loves and fantasies and I am very glad I was able to experience a little of their world. 

A La Ronde

Interior reception hall of the house.

Large collection of Shells in a cabinet

Knightshayes, Tyntesfield, Castle Drogo & Lanhydrock

Knightshayes Court

Tyntesfield

Over the past few days our explorations have turned Gothic. 

Gothic Revival is such a wonderfully grand imaginative style with houses crammed with carved wood and stone, painted ceilings and colour. As we traveled down the country we came to Knightshayes Court and Tyntesfield Manor, both commissioned by wealthy Victorians craving a bit of Medieval wonder. They were both breathtaking in their own rights but I have been told that Cardiff Castle is Burgess’ ultimate triumph where his wings were clipped in his plans for Knightshayes. With only eight days left it’s not possible to visit Cardiff Castle this time but next time I am in England I will have to make a pilgrimage there.

Castle Drogo has to be a favorite. Built in the early 20^th Century it is austere yet completely inviting. The name of Edwin Lutyens will stand next to Burgess in my admiration. He has a simpler less fussy style, grander in its own bare and monumental way. There is less of the fairytale in Lutyens architecture but his dressed stone interiors and sweeping statements lead on to small comfortable rooms which were livable and inviting.

Wall Sconce Castle Drogo

Gargoyle at Nightshayes Court

Lanhydrock later in the day unveiled its own splendors but was a house to be seen in and I think not one to love in the same way. I was still thrilled by the wonderful old gatehouse and the topiary and the stepped garden spaces which were delightful.

Lanhydrock Gatehouse

Lanhydrock Courtyard

Lanhydrock Long Gallery

The sense of craftsmanship and attention to detail in all of these houses was spectacular. As well as artistic inspiration I am looking at each with an eye of how I can incorporate them into my own ideas. In a few years’ time Nik and I will start to design our own house and though we don’t have the huge budgets that these people had we have the imagination to hopefully create something very special and unique to us. 

Avebury

Fern at Avebury on a wet and misty morning.

Calke Abbey, Baddesley Clinton & The White Horse

A trend has been forming recently. Every day I go to a new place and rave about it. It’s the best thing I've ever seen and I thought that nothing could beat Castle Howard for its impressive interior and I was right in a way but I hadn't yet visited Calke Abbey…

Even though this room is massive the collection has taken over somewhat.

The obsessive taxidermy collection in one of the little rooms at Calke Abbey

A bedroom as it was left by its former occupants

The pull of this particular house is that it is in a state of decline. 

The National Trust have been careful to preserve it in the condition in which they found it; a painstaking process of expensive and time consuming work to be sure the wallpaper peeled off that part of the wall just so and the mold in that hallway remained exactly as it had always been when they acquired the property without getting worse. This particular family were not big on socializing, updating or showing off. Instead their lineage follows a trail of eccentric recluses who enjoyed to hoard. Calke’s halls are stuffed with bits and pieces from various collections. It is sad that death duties ate up half of the taxidermy collection because it is quite a statement about the house and it's quirky family but there is still enough of the curious stuff crammed into various rooms to give the viewer a real feeling of the place and the obsessive nature of its former owners.

Calke opens very late on a Sunday so we arrived at Baddesley Clinton without much time to spare. This medieval moated house was glorious with its little half timbered hallways, stained glass windows and makeshift chapel. It's little inner courtyard was a real delight and I loved the way that ivy and wisteria is grown everywhere here. It adds a real charm to these houses and the different topiary is enchanting and will probably pop up in some paintings sooner rather than later.

As the sun began to set we found ourselves on white horse hill and then later within The White Horse Inn, a half timbered and half thatched in nestled in a little village just past the foot of the hill. A very tiring but incredibly rewarding day.