Embroidery – Old Work

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Untitled (Long-lost Embroidery of Aberystwyth)

2010

An old piece of work….  I still have quite vivid memories of sewing this in the final year of my degree, hunched up in my little corner of the school of art studio (the room on the left at the top of the stairs).

It was always very quiet up there (I wonder where all my fellow students did their best work?), and it smelt like a wonderful old art school should smell. Safe and quite comforting.

 

 

We Made A Tent Rosette

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We Made A Tent, 2011

Hand-made rosette

I was approached by the Fashion and Textile Museum in London following my degree show in 2011, and went on to sell work through their shop. Some of this work was a series of rosettes – commemorative, awards for the little things; signifying important parts of time that have passed. Time that has been lived through. Badge of honour. A cathartic underlining of events. And move on.

I wonder if this is worth exploring again…?

We made a tent. Everything is ok. 

Little Queen – Embroidery

Embroidery. 2009.

“Little Queen”

Embroidery, 2010

Self-portraiture; this tells a story. A sketch of muddled thoughts, sewn without over-thinking. A satisfying way to work, it is nice to look over old art; funny how it all joins together (and sometimes makes sense).

Faint heart never won fair lady. 

Man is made for something better than disturbing dirt…

Disturbing Dirt, 2012 (E Tann)

Disturbing Dirt, 2012

Embroidery

An embroidery commission from a few years ago. Looking at it with slightly older eyes, I do like the accidental mixture of the domestic and the Gothic; subversion and juxtaposition is always welcome.

Nucleus Arts Gallery Chatham – RED Exhibition


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“Third Year”, embroidery, 2012

 

 

 

For the first time, in a very long while, I have work in an exhibition. It’s at Nucleus Arts in Chatham and is in aid of Comic Relief- a percentage of everything sold will be donated to charity. So if for some reason you just happen to be in Kent, do go have a look!

 

 

Finished Embroidery – We Daydream Alone

I finished this today. Need a better picture of it, but it is quite gloomy here now, alas. Have to wait til tomorrow.

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‘We Daydream Alone’, embroidery, 2013

Yes, the words are InMe lyrics…(I love them oh-so-much)… I wouldn’t say they were stolen. What’s that silly arty word I Iearnt once-upon-a-time…? REAPPROPRIATE. I have reappropriated beautiful, inspirational words. And there is nothing wrong with that. I think they’re rather bloody good words to want to have around.

(Oh and in case you’re interested,  it’s free hand embroidery (i.e. I made it up as I went along) done with red cotton, on a lovely delicate tiny doily I found in an antiques shop on one of my jaunts to Rochester.)

 

Number One Grandaughter – Golden Virginia Embroidery

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“Number One Grandaughter”, embroidery, 2012.

I finished this a little while ago. It’s for my Grandad who died last year. He always smoked Golden Virginia. Golden Virginia is always going to be inextricably linked to my memories of him I reckon. But in a good way. In a happy way. He was pretty cool.

Inspiration; ‘A Bigger Splash’ and the oh-so-wonderful Ms Abramovic

It is cold and snowy and we keep getting power cuts. I am attempting to sew, but my fingertips are going numb. Work in progress:

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We took a trip to the Tate Modern at the weekend to see ‘A Bigger Splash‘, which explores the relationship between painting and performance art. It was really inspiring and thought provoking, and I want to make art! I admire performance work, but it is something that I have never done myself (though I have often thought of it. But I’m sure every art student has their OH-MY-GOD!-naked-performance-art-epiphany moment.)

The show started out with a Pollock painting on the floor, underneath a film of him creating it. Excellent. Highlights were a beautifully messy Bruce Nauman video, a Yves Klein naked-women-painting video, and Eleanor Antin’s utterly captivating video of her putting on make-up. It struck a chord with me. Make-up is a peculiar thing. Slightly creeped out/morbidly fascinated by the work of the Vienna Actionists and all the documentation of painty, bloody orgies….

Anyway, it’s a really good exhibition- any exhibition that makes you WANT to get home and work has to be good- go see it! It’s on til April- you have time.

Sticking with performance art, I am reading a wonderful Marina Abramovic book. I love her. How she thinks about things, writes about things, and the themes and concepts she explores… I don’t like all of her work, but as an artist, she is truly admirable. Formidable. Compelling. Human. Honest.

An extract from the book;

“Attempting to escape the body is a dissociative response that produces a mental effect similar to that of self-inflicted pain, since the body in pain is a body without verbal language even though pain’s language is visually expressive. For Abramovic, performance itself provided a means of escape. In response to the question, ‘Who are you?’ Abramovic answered, ‘I don’t know; I learn about myself through work, not through life’.

 

 

Tell Me About Virginia Woolf

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Embroidery on vintage doily, 2012 (E. Tann)

New work. Found this doily in a wonderful antique shop in wonderful Rochester, which is just down the road, and full of antique and vintage shops, and OH England’s largest second-hand bookshop! Excellent.

Bittersweet Doilies

 

Important Words. Mementos? Little bits of stories, bits of me. Things are not quite as they seem. Ambiguous. Happy, sad, bittersweet (I hope). And somewhat sarcastic. Find your own meaning, give these words your own significance. Yes, do that. I don’t want to see them any more.

Recently completed series of embroidered vintage doilies, which will hopefully be available to buy through New Blood Art soon.

Cobwebs

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Recently completed embroidery commission. Fairly bloody chuffed with these.

“Man is made for something better than disturbing dirt.” (Oscar Wilde)

“A messy house is a happy home… we must be bloody ecstatic!”