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LACE IN A BARN
Lace ib a Barn was exhibited at Sacrewell, Glastonbury and Harrogate during 2005.
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![]() Where have all the flowers gone, detby 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. | ![]() Tyre tracks, detailby Gail Baxter | ![]() Turning straw to gold, detailby 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. |
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![]() Tuber to spud, detailby 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. | ![]() Tuber to spud, detailby Gill Bird | ![]() Stubble field, detailby Ann Wheeler |
![]() Sample 2by Ann Wheeler | ![]() Sample 3by Ann Wheeler | ![]() Sample 4by Ann Wheeler |
![]() Natural straw bale 2by Susan Bradshaw | ![]() Fields of gold, detailby 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! | ![]() Fields of gold, detailby 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! |
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