Who cannot be enchanted by sea tales & myths: mermaids & mermen, serpents, sea nymphs & sirens, Ulysses, wooden worlds, treasures & deep sea cities. Stumbling across the story of Jurate’s Castle sums up the romance & shimmering beauty of the sea in all its magic, depth & moods: moontides, tempests, south winds, white horses, rare sea mists & fogs & starry nights. For Jurate, the Goddess of the Baltic Sea, fell in love with a mere mortal fisherman (who was very good-looking). Out of anger, her father Praamzis, God of the Sky, Earth & Sea, had her castle of white amber, doors of gold & windows of diamonds destroyed. Which is why when there is a fierce storm the sea tosses up pieces of Amber to be collected along the shores of the Baltic Sea. Up from the depths & on the seashore, I’ve loved Pablo Neruda’s poems written whilst staying at his Casa Isla Negra. A Captain’s fantasy of loveliness as the bell tolls from a driftwood structure. Ode to a storm: ‘Last night she came, livid, night blue,…: the tempest with her hair of water, eyes of cold fire- last night she wanted to sleep on earth.’
I’ve long been curious about old-fashioned last names that described the ‘owners’ of the trade: Cooper, Fletcher, Smith, Turner etc. This curiosity lead itself to these trades that are now somewhat obsolete, but oh-so-romantic sounding. For me, these skills are apparent in technique, sensitivity & material at the hands of my favourite modern day sculptors: Barbara Hepworth, Noguchi, Brancuzi & Andy Goldsworthy. The colours are inspired by cut stone, wood shavings, lichen, arrow feathers, braided leather, waxed linen, handmade paper & brush bristles.