A new exhibition is coming to Llantarnam Grange Arts Centre this month, which I am looking forward to seeing. Running Stitch – Atmospheres, recollections and narratives in textiles: Becky Adams, Claire Cawte and Ruth Harries.
The exhibition combines the new fabric language of Claire Cawte, the exploration of emotion and memory in stitch by Ruth Harries and the curious trinkets and tableaux from the secret treasure trove of Becky Adams.
Running Stitch offers an opportunity to explore a diversity of techniques and processes and celebrates the wealth of talent working within contemporary textiles in Wales
Seeing new work by Becky Adams is always a highlight, and I’m looking forward to seeing the work of Claire and Ruth as well.
Go and see it!
Becky Adams Becky is a collector of stories; they become an integral part of her life and are ingrained into the making of her work through a sophisicated use of stitch, vintage fabric and antique ephemera. There is a subtle and respectful glance to the study of the human condition; each piece is aware of its past, its present and its untold future. Through the natural language of her work, each piece becomes an embodiment of a story preserved within each careful stitch.
Claire Cawte Claire Cawte’s work has an affinity to the natural environment, suggesting calm and tranquil inspiration. She has always identified with the gifts of nature, choosing to use solely plant dyes and for this latest range of work, British Fleece. Derived from the world of organic form and growth Claire Cawte’s work is free flowing, linking the layers of nature and our inner selves. Material combinations and manipulation present a refined quality relating to something extra special, in the natural world and our inner selves.
Ruth Harries There are figurative and abstract elements to Ruth Harries’ work, which re-present emotionally charged atmospheres and recollections within the family. She strives to convey emotions triggered by memories.
Ruth Harries reflects on a house; a place of birth and death,and the subtle and intimate traces of life within it, a reflection on the transience of being and our right of passage.
