I remember my father taking me to see the white horse of Uffington when I was quite little. Carved into the side of a hill and visible from miles away it is an experience that has stayed with me ever since. One of the most ancient of the hill figures found in England, the white horse probably dates back some 3,000 years. Nobody really knows what it stands for (or indeed if it is really a horse at all and not some other animal). This not-knowing regarding its purpose does not detract in any way from its beauty and grandeur. I remember being completely awe struck when I understood the scale of it and I also remember wondering what motivated the people who came together to create it. Was it fear, an appeasement or gesture of faith?
Without careful maintenance the white horse of Uffington quickly disappears from view as nature reasserts itself and this is the narrative behind this piece.
The brass horse of my necklace, and its accompanying cluster of bits and pieces, are not as they were - once bright and shiny they are now aged and flaking but still I think beautiful. Caught between new and old the items are preserved. But, left to the ravages of time they would have disappeared completely.
I've noticed that my pieces seem to have lots of colour or no color. And so to this:
I am still completely obsessed with using little textile cushions as a base for embellishments. This one uses a vintage sari scrap and some gold trim. I like the fact that the fabric is a little bit tatty and frayed (bit like me really).
'til next time.