New tapestry – Sketchbook peek

My mum isn’t very well, and she lives a fair distance away and I don’t have a car and my role has pretty much been given over to another. This is what fed into Maides Coign – the difficulties about being a daughter in a family, especially when one has failed to live up to expectations. I am explaining this as a bit of a precursor, to show that although a situation can be grim, the tapestry it inspires can still be beautiful.

Right, ok, all aboard?

Chrissie Freeth

So this is me, fourteen years ago. I had just finished my PhD in biocultural anthropology (the study of human remains), I was young, I had job offers and the world was my oyster in every way. My grandmother died not long after this picture was taken and once everything settled down I went with an aunt and my grandfather up to Scotland for a break. We were heading for Mull but stopped off overnight at my aunt’s house in Aboyne.

Meanwhile my brother had headed off to Crete with friends. The night I was in Aboyne he was hit by a speeding driver and killed. He was 27. It is an event that has inevitably shaped my life ever since. No fit state to take up the job offers and finding my research area distasteful I lost purpose and direction, I had wanted to study human remains since I was a teenager and when one has been that focused for that long it is hard to find a new path. My self-confidence didn’t hang around, and I was in no fit state to date either, and as my youth diluted so did the hope of family and all that. I would say, not to be too dramatic, that until I started weaving I was lost. All is well, I have found life again; this is not a pity-me post!

Anyway, it is an event I tried to explore with words and no doubt that served its purpose. But as I am learning to explore things visually and as I let myself tap into that inner dark it seems natural that I should try to ‘do something’ with this as a tapestry. But as with Maides Coign and honing something as large as the civil war into one image, it was difficult finding that one thing that encapsulates all that happened and what it meant. I explored ideas of showing grief but it was just too big an idea and it also seemed too generic and my response to it too superficial. I thought about it from my brother’s perspective, the loss of potential and dared even to think of the event itself – one of the most horrid thoughts is that when he was hit (he was on a scooter) he was thrown so high into the air he totalled the car he landed on. Was he conscious during that time in the air, did he know what was happening, that he was going to die, was he thinking of us? I started making sketches of a figure in the air but it didn’t work, the image lacked context and so I dismissed it.

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It was only when I tried to think about what it meant to me, as selfish as that sounds, that I was able to start building a whole. However many dreams and aspirations one may have sleeping in a bed in Scotland, there could be happening under the same skies something beyond one’s knowledge that will destroy those dreams. That is the crux of it I guess. The image came quite quickly after that, of a girl dreaming of her future, a breadth of sky, and beyond that a man falling through the air. Obviously it is hard for me to write all this, but for some reason the image itself does not upset me. I suppose I am becoming distanced from it a bit now, it is becoming something beyond me, but in truth the finished work –although its instigation is grim – is also something of hope; the fact that the tapestry has been woven and exists is a sign of healing and regeneration. That girl – although it took nigh on 14 years – has new hope and new aspirations and new dreams. Its previous titles included The Fall and then Same Skies, but I think I am settling on “Aboyne” – it brings it back to me, which is what I think I will need to make it work. Dunno – might change my mind again!

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I had thought of it as a long single piece but it was suggested it would work as a triptych. I resisted the idea at first, I wanted the two images – the girl and the boy to be connected by the same skies but then I began to realise that by making some of the sky a separate tapestry it makes more of a feature of it, and in my mind the gaps between the tapestries have become geographical ellipses.

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Developing the palette has been challenging. The most prominent element will be a night sky. But I don’t do blue. Don’t like it. Never have. It is flat and dead and doesn’t go with anything. It is the colour of uniforms. Blurgh. I couldn’t just have a tapestry of black; I thought I might go green, channelling my inner Grimshaw but it didn’t work. My mind kept tripping over medieval illuminated manuscripts and the rich variegated blues and their stylised gold stars; I like the legacy of that, of the early relationship between manuscripts and tapestries and slowly I began to accept there was simply no way around it.

With a grimace I twisted off the top of my pot of blue dye and began mixing and experimenting. After goodness knows how many fails I have started to build up some blues I can just about tolerate and have begun trialling blends with them.

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I always planned for her to have brown/rust hair, I liked the juxtaposition with the blue but that too didn’t work; it seemed to lift the figure out off the rest of the image so I have started to think about doing the entire tapestry in blues and greys, with lighter greys for a moonlit face. I suppose it will give it a calmness that might be said to reflect something of the innocence/ignorance of what is about to happen, it also gives it a cold flat deadness which reflects something of the after. I suppose the colour captures her in a moment of transition which is what it is all about. I suppose too the coldness juxtaposes the traditional warmth associated with tapestries.

So that’s the next project; in a way I don’t think I can move on as a weaver until I have got this one out of my system. I’m waiting for the postman as I type this, he should have some yarn for me so I can carry on with my dyeing experiments. Hopefully by next week I should be well on the way to having my blends sorted and the cartoon finalised. Wish me luck x

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11 thoughts on “New tapestry – Sketchbook peek

  1. A wonderful idea for you to deal with such momentous personal tragedy. Your self esteem will blossom through it. Having had two events of similar nature to deal with (one resulting in loss of life, the other in loss of quality of life) I can fully understand and really am wishing you luck.

    Bimbi x

    This post has also given me courage to go back to my blog and maybe talk about it….

    1. Sorry to hear of your losses Bimbi. Do leave a link if you do talk about it – it is difficult and obviously I thought long and hard about it, but if it helps, it is worth while.

      I never started this project as an act of healing, but it is making me confront a few things. which can only be a good thing.

  2. Thank you for sharing this most personal of stories. It just goes to show how little we know of the people behind the blogs. Glad you have found your way again.

  3. I have two thoughts to share about your entry which may be of use; I had a massive bike accident some years ago when car slammed into me – I remember nothing of the impact, so I believe your brother would not have done so either. Its also that thought that consoles me when I too lost my brother to a freak accident 5 months ago It is always harder for those of us left behind but I too am thinking of how to put this into a tapestry image. Good luck with putting yours into action!

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