I am so excited that 6 of my Ebenezer Le Page stamps are released at stamps on August 24th 2022.
The stamps form a narrative arc which echo Edwards’ book and follow the eponymous Guernsey man Ebenezer from boyhood to old age. They have been picked from the 14 original images to highlight key point in Ebenezer’s life and document his journey from boyhood flying his homemade kite on the common to a romantic reunion as an elderly man with his spirited love interest Liza Quéripel.
The island of Guernsey and the 20th century form a backdrop to Ebenezer’s story and the stamps. From the book we can denote Ebenezer’s birth to be somewhere around the end of the 19th century and the costume and feel of the images change accordingly. The images have taken me all over the island to research costume, location, architecture and light. I am so proud and excited to be part of this project.
Last night I sat down to watch ‘Anselm Kiefer/ Imagining the Future’, part of the ‘Imagine’ series for the BBC. I knew a little about Kiefer’s work and have discussed him in brief with students over the past few years. However, the programme brought home to me the sheer ferocity of one man’s creative spirit. Painter, sculptor and installation artist, Kiefer has filled his world with paintings like churches, caves, caverns and tunnels deep beneath green French fields; life-size planes crashing into fields of dead sunflowers and swimming pools filled with mysterious floating continents.
A Kiefer painting for me is rather like a patch of land. He adds and adds to its surface, encrusting it with paint, dirt, sand, lead, scrap metal, ash, straw and clay; then he takes away, digging back into it as if he were uncovering the past and the traces left behind by time and experience.
Sometimes I feel my own creative energy inside myself – sometimes it feels like it won’t fit and it’s uncomfortable and I have to find ways to disperse it – it has to fit around my life, my life shapes it. As I was watching, my little boy H escaped from bed. He asked me what the programme was about. I told him it was about an artist just like him and he cuddled closer to watch. I told him the gentlemen we were watching was like him too in that he is unable to stop making. Every day H brings home from school bags of paper filled with drawings and sculptures, visual representations of the stories going off like fireworks in his head. I posed him the question that in 65 years’ time would he like Kiefer, still unable to stop? Would H’s creativity continue as a force to shape his life, would his life shape it or would it melt away like his childhood? The Kiefer film left me in awe, it left me quiet and thoughtful, but mostly it left me reassured. Our creativity, however it manifests itself, is a force just like gravity. When it moves inside me, it’s OK: there is nothing to fear.
I am now the proud owner of this beautiful painting by Mary Jane Orley. There are few objects that I’ve bought that have seemed such a thoroughly good idea and that have ended up giving me so much pleasure. The painting is called ‘Encounter’ and formed part of Mary Jane’s beautiful show at The Gate House Gallery in Guernsey last month. It is now hanging in my front room above a rarely used television and it shines out across the room and throughout the house, a beacon of the positive and beautiful, a shimmering blast of colour and energy; it quite simply uplifts me. It felt good buying it. I am often saddened when so many people sniff at actually putting their hand in their pocket and buying art. There is at times a mistrust towards what artists do and many feel that spending a few hundred pounds on a piece of art that will last a lifetime and beyond is a huge expenditure whilst feeling quite comfortable paying thousands for a television that will be obsolete in a few short years.
This summer our television goes away but the painting stays put. It will share my lifetime and no doubt many others. I can look into it and see anything I want – it takes me on a journey beneath the sea and through the clouds. I can actually go there. There are few television sets that can boast the same. This painting is a Mary Jane Orley energy injection and I am so very, very glad I get to enjoy it every day.
A badly developed pinhole negative. It may be grey and lacking real contrast but I love this. I love it almost as much as I loved watching it appear before my eyes in the darkroom. Making images with a small black box is actually making magic. I am a witch and the light is at my command.
I love the immediacy of this image from a series I took of my daughter on her birthday. Her beauty takes my breath away.
My husband and I were thrilled to be part of the incredible ‘Fact and Fable’ night for the Guernsey Literary Festival held at Castle Cornet on Friday 16th May. We performed a shadow play of Magnus’s new story ‘The Invasion of the Wavelets’ in the bottom of the Gunners’ Tower. It was damp, dark and echoing – the perfect place to tell this folktale set on Guernsey’s south-west coast. Drums beat, darkness surrounded us and magic slipped in for a minute. Now work starts on putting the book of the tale together as I pick up my paint brushes to illustrate it.
The Ghost of Me
Belle Vue no longer
It carries another name,
Houses another family.
I sit in my hire car
Watching the ghost of me,
Standing at my bedroom window,
Sunshine catches the house.
Shadow dad opens the garage doors,
Smiles in my direction.
Cut flowers in the front room window.
Bunches flowers Somewhere deep inside my history.
She would have closed all the curtains for a funeral.
I drive away
From the ghost of me
And shadow dad Starts to scythe the hedge.
I have been totally thrilled to be involved in the Guernsey Literary Festival’s Illustration project this month. I chose Marlene Morris’ haunting “The Ghost of Me” to illustrate from a selection of winning entries in the festival’s open poetry competition. I live in the house where I spent much of my teenage years, every day the ghost of me confronts me as I do the washing up, look out across our garden or read to my children. Our house grows, evolves, transforms and remains. I am very proud to show my work along side Year 10 students with whom I taught two Saturday morning workshops and artists Hugh Rose and Darren Cramner. The exhibition runs at the Gatehouse Gallery for the rest of the May – please pop by and take a look.