SF x WBF Writer in Residency is now in its second year!
This two part residency involves the writer immersing themselves in all things Spring Fling Open Studios and then presenting work in response to the event in May at the Wigtown Book Festival in September.
Seven Feathers by Sarah Keast It’s that thing with opposites the old, the new hard, soft, yin, yan, me you One hand gently cups this frail reminder the other, with sharpened point scores and scratches its likeness in the steel Now trapped and framed do you feel the air resisting
Paper flowers a bouquet Isabell Bunz Flowers made from paper. The paper is not plain but has some kind of print resembling a newspaper without the smudgy ink seen and touched in newspapers – clean and clear. Each of the flowers has six petals, rather intricately bound with a centre t
Shadow Land Heather Davies Shadow Land presents a picture of the infusion of colours, I would describe as kaleidoscopic. I am leaving this beautiful scene, in which is bound all I have known and endured; the hills I had climbed to find a spot surrounded by trees and much foliage; and
Two pieces of woven items Echo the Zulu Joyce Woodcock At first the pieces look ordinary but there is something about them that curiously draws the eye to examine them. They are woven in wool of different colours. To the touch they feel cuddly like a rabbit’s coat giving one a
Reconciliation a postcard Ceri Allen A couple embracing and talking. It is their first meeting after a tiff. He missed their last meeting and she was not too pleased with him. Seeds of infidelity had been sown. He is telling her sweet nothings to regain her trust. Before this meeting,
Figure Study a painting Ceri Allen A woman is sitting in a train on the underground, relaxed and reading a newspaper. She is on the London homeward bound rush hour train. She is in her mid forties and works in the heart of London. One can imagine other people sharing the crowded comp
The Boat a woven item Geoff Forrest, willow weaver I am on a solitary journey seeking peace and tranquillity. Alone, but not lonely. I find myself standing on the bank of an underground stream. The most remarkable feature of the scene is the abundance of the colour ‘green’
Ash Green Vessel The earth was in it from the beginning Granite and felspar weathered by wind and rain Pressed into seams of clay Malleable,moulded but unbroken In the potter’s hands. The sea is in it From celadon to cobalt Crest of the wave blue. The purple of the darkening sky