Westhope Group Lace in a Barn Exhibition 2005

LACE IN A BARN

Lace ib a Barn was exhibited at Sacrewell, Glastonbury and Harrogate during 2005.

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White birds by Ann Collier	Board walk by Deborah Robinson	Boarding party by Deborah Robinson
Where have all the flowers gone? by Anne Dyer Bobbin lace in assorted dyed yarns and tatting with stranded cotton, wire and rolled and flat fragments of the dreaded IACS stretched between welding rods.	Waistcoat by Ann Collier	Undone by Joan Davis
Tyre tracks by Gail Baxter	Turning straw to gold by Carol Quarini All farming involves turning straw or other farm products into gold or money but doing so can also represent genetic engineering, the modern side of farming. It suggests fairy tales and sorcery and indeed genetic engineering is the alchemy of our age. The lace depicts DNA, chromosomes and the cell cycle - the heart of the organism where the magic of turning straw into gold takes place.	Tuber to spud by Gill Bird Travelling past a potato plantation several times a week last year I was challenged to express this vision in lace. The 4x1 smoky Perspex was left over from previous work. After moulding plastic to make ridges and furrows - what lace? A three dimensional piece was essential. I used Torchon and Bedfordshire lace techniques with hand-dyed threads, hand-made felt, beads and wire with needlelace to finish.
Stubble field by Ann Wheeler	Spiders in a barn by Anne Dyer	Skirt by Joan Davis For 'Lace in a Barn' I was inspired by the lace-like waste produced by the carding machine at a mill. The materials used include woollen fleece and yarn, hand-spun cotton thread, cotton fabric, waste linen, synthetic thread and paper.
September silage by Gail Baxter	Sea bale by Susan Bradshaw	Sample 1 by Ann Wheeler
Natural straw bale 1 by Susan Bradshaw	Hidden by Gil Dye Joint work with Derek Earnshaw, part of the 2001 Onetree project	Granny pink bale by Susan Bradshaw
Flower Pin by Susan Bradshaw	Fields by Margaret Clark	Fields of gold by Kitty Mason Driving every fortnight to teach lace in Fife, I travel by ripening fields of wheat and barley watching them turn gold as the summer progresses. This evokes childhood memories of Scotland, travelling through the ripening fields and the Tentsmuir Forest to reach the most fabulous sandy beach at Kinshaldy. It was always hot and sunny in those days!
Cambridge surprise major by Gil Dye	Border zone by Deborah Robinson	Board game by Deborah Robinson
Spiders in a barn by Anne Dyer