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Robert Macfarlane, talking to Cerys Matthews on 6 Music. Wonderful interview. Do your soul a favour. Get a cup of tea, and sit down and listen. Beautiful music too, including Seckou Keita.

Bliss.

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Spellsongs

January has come and gone, and life has been busy. Long days painting, home half of the time, and away with work the other half. And it has been wonderful to settle again to work. Over Christmas I worked with ink on a new book which publishes later this year, and more on that later. Most of January I have been deep in a series of gilded paintings for Spellsongs. What began as a request not to have a cd in a plastic case has grown to be something that we hope will be a magical object of desire, housing the music.

Next week sees the beginning of a short tour by the Spellsingers, beginning at Snape Maltings. All the shows except for Birmingham Town Hall are sold out, and in Birmingham there are only a few tickets remaining. The news came through that Spellsongs would be part of Hay Festival, and tickets for the performance there on 29th May are also selling fast. And there is also a performance at Folk by the Oak, July 14th at Hatfield House. 

Folk by the Oak is a one day festival, and Caroline and Adam, the organisers, are the brains behind Spellsongs, their fourth musical project of this nature. Sweet Liberty, The Elizabethan Sessions and Shake the Chains are previous projects run by the team. I asked Caroline what sparked her interest in The Lost Words and led to her approaching our agent with the idea to form a group, and take the spells deeper, through the medium of music. The answer surprised me, and travelled back in time.

Caroline said that she had been Christmas shopping with a friend who had told her she was going to Hay Winter Festival that evening to hear Rob and myself talk about our latest book. It seemed that Caroline knew my work well. Her mother and I had met about fifteen years ago when I had an exhibition in The Cloisters Gallery, St Davids, and she had bought a book for her daughter. After that, Caroline said, she had one of my books every Christmas, and then when she and Adam had children of their own they grew up with my dragons and ice bears and snow leopards. So she went online fast, bought a ticket and came to Hay Winter Festival. Our book was young then. We still had little idea of what was happening, but it had been awarded the honour of being Hay Festival Book of the Year, a fact that still astonishes me now.

At the beginning of our talk we played a piece of music written and sung by Kerry Andrew. Very early on Robert had asked people to speak the spells and record them for us, but Kerry had taken it a step further and woven a beautiful spell of music around the words. The next day Caroline heard Kerry talking on the radio, and fast as a kingfisher the idea to create music around the book was born, and soon the cd/lp will be available to pre-order.

On Sunday, a few weeks ago, Robert was on Six Music, talking to Cerys Matthews about this project and also the wonderful audio book, illustrated with wild sound by Chris Watson, spoken so beautifully by Cerys Matthews, Benjamin Zephania, Edith Bowman and Guy Garvey. It’s a beautiful thing. Cerys reads adder with such serpentine grace. I forgot, but later on listen again heard it while trying to complete this set of paintings which began as an idea to connect the singers to the wild.

I’d been thinking about the work for a while, but working on other things, and my time has been so fractured by having to leave home so much, but I began the work at Monnington House as the music was being made, with Rachel Newton, elegant egret of a woman, and her harp. Such a graceful woman, with a beautiful voice.

Back at home I began work on Kris Drever. In The Lake District, where we all first met, he had read the raven spell, and it seemed that I heard it for the first time, so it seemed natural to me that Kris should be raven, and his guitar is a new one to him, but he talked of how it was made by Collings, and how it sang in a way no other guitar he had played did.

Karine Polwart has long been a wren for me, fierce and feisty with a voice so strong, she’s moved through my working life with her music. And her tenor guitar is an old and beautiful thing.

Then there is Seckou Keita, who, when I asked him about his playing told me that his grandfather had taught him to make his first instrument when he was seven, and taught him to play. When I asked who taught his grandpa he smiled. “There’s the thing,” he said. “I am the 71st generation of my family to play the kora.” 71 generations. So far back in time.

And Seckou is from Senegal and lives between the UK and there, and speaks many languages including music, and has the most wonderful show with Catrin Finch about osprey migration. It seemed so right to link him and the kora to the osprey, But then I used the wrong gold leaf in the image, and the strings became tangled in the feathers of the bird and i almost abandoned the image, but then,

but then,

but then,

but then,

the errors seemed to make it more right, and I stopped worrying about how I had wanted it to look and saw how it did look.

For a while I struggled with Beth Porter. Her cello belonged to her grandma and it has a wonderful presence to it. Then she began to whistle and to sing a goldfinch charm into being, and she became a charm of finches, for she leaves little gifts of light where ever she goes.

Next was Julie Fowlis, and I struggled at first to settle, as she sings of a selkie, but I wanted to keep to birds, and a curlew was too heavy, too autumn coloured, but then the grace and the colour of the lapwing, just seemed so right. And on twitter Julie said “A curracag! Wavers in flight. Defends her young with aggression. Yes and yes.”

A Curracag. I love the way they fly.

I asked Julie about her instruments and this is the answer she sent me:

” My whistles not handed down, no.  They have come from various different sources.  The blackwood/silver ones come from a man called Chris Abell in North Carolina.  My first real whistles from my early twenties – I loved them as they feel like the pipes under my fingers (pipes is what I learned first) and they are perfect for Highland tunes particularly.  I was put in touch with Chris by Iain MacDonald from Glenuig, a famous piper and flute player and my inspiration for starting to play.
The ones with the green tips are just (cheap) generation whistles which have been lovingly fine-tuned by a pipes maker in County Kerry, Ireland.  His name is Cillian Ó Briain.  I love their sound for high soaring lines and Irish tunes as they are very sweet and pure of tone.
The silver ones are made by an Englishman living in Germany, his name is Colin Goldie.  They have the richer, breathy-er tone, good for songs.
The wooden ones with the golden coloured joints have a sadder story.  I had been desperate for years to get some whistles from a famous flute maker called Micheal Grinter – but he had a waiting list for flutes that went on for several years, and whistles weren’t his focus.  Two years ago I got the heads up from a friend that he was going to make a short run of whistles, which would not be advertised.  I called him and asked if he would keep two for me, and he did.  I have a D and an Eb and they are great.  A keen cyclist, at the end of last year he was out on a ride he has done a million times and was knocked down and killed.  I never met him, and feel so sorry that I won’t get the chance to say thanks in person.”

And Kerry. She was easy, as she has always seemed like a bright kingfisher to me, but what to do. She’s a composer, an academic, builds sound in a loop box, and plays many instruments but it seemed her voice is her main instrument. And she is the origins of Spellsongs, the source of the spring. I toyed with the idea of a microphone with a kingfisher perched. Kerry had only been at the residency at Monnington briefly, due to ill health, so I didn’t have time to settle with an instrument. Her husband sent me photos of her microphone, and there in the background was the perfect thing! A music stand. I love watching the way Kerry seems to draw music into being.

So Kerry became a kingfisher, rising into flight, fierce bright, setting the stream alight with burn and glitter. But sadly her health has been slow to improve, and she is unable to join us for the beginning of the tour. I painted her as a kingfisher rising. It’s a hope and a prayer.

And finally Jim Molyneux, who I first knew as a percussionist but who plays many instruments. On the second day at Monnington House he and Kris and Seckou worked together on Little Astronaut. He’s quiet in a room, Jim, watchful, and listening, but when he speaks he is worth listening to, and when he sings his voice is beautiful, vulnerable, especially in Little Astronaut, singing his heart out to all dark matter.

They are not spirit animals of these people, rather the people are the spirit people for the animals/birds. The cd/lp is still being shaped. The sleeve notes have expanded, along with the shape of the packaging. Neither Robert nor myself would have wanted the packaging to be plastic and none of the Folk by the Oak cds have been packaged this was. But the Spellsongs has become something more, with sleeve-notes you can read without a magnifying glass. You can pre-order through the Folk by the Oak website. It will feature the lyrics, photographs by Elly taken during the project, new spells from Robert and artwork by me, all printed on beautiful paper and with the cd embedded in the front cover.

The next live performance is 29th May at Hay Festival, and tickets are selling fast, and Folk by the Oak in July.

The Lost Words features on the longlist for both the Carnegie and the Greenaway awards, and Robert and I are both delighted.

Below is a page from the book/sleeve notes. The photo was taken by Elly Lucas. I’d obviously said something outrageous. (Note to self, brush your hair before you go on stage) If you click on the image you can read the words.

And, if you were a bird, what bird might you be?

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Living in the country, and Country Living

When I was first fledged from college I wandered the streets of London with my portfolio, looking for work. Appointments were made from phone boxes on street corners, as mobile phones were uncommon. One of my first clients was a young magazine called Country Living. Mostly black and white, as this was before colour became cheaper to print.

Last year Country Living featured an article on The Lost Words. This year there is a piece in the magazine about my studio. Cold fear washed through me when they asked if they might come and do a photographic essay on my studio. I’ve seen the magazine, and the large country houses and the studios, so elegant. But I braced myself, said yes, but I would need to tidy up. And they were so lovely and said, no, don’t worry, we will work around you. Two van loads of stuff to the dump ( recycling centre) later and it almost looked as if trolls didn’t inhabit my studio. And Nato did the most wonderful job of carefully angling his camera.

It’s so lovely being back in my tatty little house, feeding the fire, walking the dogs, reading, painting. Each day at the beach the light is different. Yesterday I walked, looking at rocks, finding stone bowls and patterns.

I love these drawings, made by limpets grazing on plantlife on rock, and the scoops in stone made by time and tide.

Country living. Living in the country. When I left college I lived in London oh so briefly. Some people aren’t made for cities. I need space around me. When I worked for the magazine, doing these small black and white drawings I lived in Bath, always on the edge of town, in sight and with access to paths. Now I live on the edge of land and a path winds its way through my garden. Beautiful work, it lifts the soul.

And I love that Country Living referenced Tamsin Abbott, whose work shines on my windows and in the garden.

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Let me tell you of a small cat

Small in stature but loud in noise, he walks with The White Cat.

Up the Green Lane he walks. With The Dog, Rosie, with The White Cat he walks.

Side by side, brave in the world, seeking adventure, the small cat walks.

And he is mottled and dappled like the wild Clouded Leopard.

And The White Cat finds dirt, dug up by the badgers.

And the small cat finds a shoulder to ride on.

And The White Cat watches from the top of the hill.

And the Golden Dog runs in circles, fast-fast.

And the wind blows and Zephyr, the small cat prefers the shelter of the Green Lane, but not the mud in the farmyard.

Then home, past old Mr Griffith’s house, where a dog howls a small song as we pass, and back to the warmth, by the fire.

Enough adventure for one day. Tired now, the small cat sleeps.

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Eating your words

Last week, in Swindon, the Literacy Trust held a celebration of reading, writing, literacy. The Trust’s patron brought along a beautiful cake. Now, I know I should be talking about the importance of reading as an empowering tool for children, the importance of reading for pleasure, how reading can help with the learning of empathy and the understanding of the lives of others, but, well, just look at this cake!

It was made for the event by Julie Brownlee of Cake Creations. I love the conker most of all. It shines. A Lost Words cake of great excellence.

And well done to the winner and runners up of the #SwindonStories Lost Words competition: 1st place – Molly Roberts, 2nd place – Estella Smith and 3rd place – Norah Vas! I love this picture of you all with your books and smiles.

I wish Robert and I could have been there to celebrate books, libraries and reading with everyone, but work keeps us home, on our different sides of the country, making new books.

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A Week in the Woods

The Lost Words exhibition has now moved and re-invented itself in the glorious setting of Nyman’s Gardens. Last weekend I travelled across England and Wales to sit in the gallery and paint and talk and sign books and goodness me but it was busy. I’d taken work with me to do in the lulls, and on Saturday I managed between signing to gild a raven, but Sunday…. wow. It was so busy.

The Gardens are beautiful, and Robin and I were hosted by the trust in their Woodman’s Cottage, for the period of my working there. When I looked at it online I decided that what I really needed was a holiday, so we added 4 days on to our stay, and then, as ever, work piled on, so I took it with me, and worked in the cottage.

When I booked the extra days the lady taking the booking warned me. “It’s down a narrow lane, with ditches on either side, a mile or so from the nearest neighbours and there’s no street lighting. If you are of a nervous disposition, ” she said, “we suggest you choose another property.”

What we found was the most perfect little house in the woods, the kind of place, where, if, say, there was going to be a lunar eclipse, it might be a great place to stay. How perfect, as I woke in the night before the eclipse began and the ground was so frosted it seemed to glow in the full moon light. And then, waking again at 5.10 am the world was dark, blood moon dulled by the shadow of the earth. Perfect.

And more perfect still was the remnant of Rapture, an installation by Elpida Hadzi-Vasileva. Chloe, the ranger, took me to where she lies in the wood, covered in gold leaf, a curious creature, a magnet for the imagination.

How very perfect, wild, strange, coincidental.

I worked away, Robin and I walked the woods. He had bought me a birdfeeder which will travel with us and while we were there I saw bluetits, great tits, woodpeckers ( greater spotted), a nuthatch or two, treecreepers, coaltits. Also a heron, and the flash of a fisher.

Somehow I made a chaos of the table, but managed also to gild a raven, paint a guitar and wren ( Karine Polwart), a cello and a charm ( Beth Porter) and make a mess of gilding a kora and an osprey, tangle up strings, and rather than throw away and start again, discover that somehow the melding of bird and instrument, and the mix of golds works.

And, I have the gold soul of a wren……

and I left a small stone on solid water….

And the gardens are utterly beautiful and the house reminds me of Rebecca by Daphne Dumaurier. In the evening light, even the house seemed to be gilded.

Home now, and good to be back with hounds and cats and the sea and the call of the ravens. Listening to the rough cut recorded tracks of the Spellsongs and working on their images, back in the chaos of my studio.

 

 

 

 

 
 
 
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Painting, Music, Words

When, in February of 2015, I wrote an email to Robert Macfarlane< I never imagined in my wildest wild dreams that in 2019, in January, I would find myself working with some of the finest people in the land.

I’ve spent the last week in the fine company of Adam and Caroline from Folk by the Oak, who set about commissioning and developing The Lost Words, Spellsongs. We were staying in a beautiful house, and one by one by two or more musicians began to arrive. We had all met before, for a couple of days in the Lake District and in the intervening time ideas had begun to form, but now, in these few days, songs were to be written, spells and summonings out of silence, and a stage show organised. Five venues, four shows in February, a cd/lp to record. I had been so looking forward to this, but on arrival found I was, well, a bit shy……(didn’t last long)

Caroline had the perfect thing to relax us. She had arranged a foraged feast, put together by her friend, Liz, who conducted the evening with glorious showmanship, cooking in the amazing kitchen in Monnington House. So amazing.

What followed over the next few days was astonishing. Listening to these people make song from silence, add such a layer to our book, well……..and while they crafted the air to vibrate and take the spells deeper into the soul, I worked away to shape the package that would hold the disc, the vinyl, upstairs, in a corner of the bedroom. I wanted to show the musicians, and Caroline and Adam what I had in mind. I wanted to paint each musician as a creature, with a part of their instrument, worked on gold leaf, to echo, harmonise with The Lost Words, and I began with Rachel Newton and her harp.

Sketch became painting…..

After putting a wash on the egret ( a thing which confused a good many people) I took the painting downstairs to add the gold while the musicians played. White gold for this one.

Later I added the colours to the strings and thankfully got them in the right order, and worked into the image to balance it better.. It was wonderful to paint with the harp beside me. All the other pieces will need to be worked using sketches and photographs.

And all the while songs took shape, working in pairs, alone and then together, adding words, lines, harmony, and it was just wonderful to hear the developing picture of the music. And Robin looked after us all, and Caroline and Adam came with food, and it was heaven on earth, utterly being in each moment, wanting to hang on to it, but knowing that I needed to go home, and paint.

There was much watching on my part as well as listening. Trying to find each creature. Jim was a barn owl at first. But then he changed. He’s quiet. Listens. But when he opens his mouth to sing, he has a beautiful voice. So, he’s a lark. And Chris is raven. I will work on these over next couple of weeks as fast as I can paint. Working on the rough drawings while listening to the music was sublime.

So, we have four performances coming up. I think the Southbank is sold out. And I will be on stage, painting. So, I painted otters while the music played and I spoke, enchanted, chanted and spelled an otter in ink with Robert’s words then a partner for her while a river of music washed over us.

Later I inked a small charm.

Now the musicians are all in the studio, working hard to put the cd together. Alison, who designed The Lost Words and the walls of the hospital, is working on banners for the stage, and the cd/vinyl design. I am home for a week working on the binding of creature to instrument to musician, a different kind of spell.

There will be more images to come as Ellie Lucas was there with her camera. She’s the photographer for the project, and has put images up on The Lost Words Spellsongs instagram and twitter. Follow all the musicians for more, on this project and all the work they do. There are links to them on the Spellsongs website.

What a way to start a year.

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Beauty

Day began with walking at the beach where creatures drew patterns in the sand. Lines drawings of journeys.

Later, coffee with a friend and I was reminded of some work that I keep seeing. First it was a giant sparrow on the wall of a building in Haverfordwest. I drove around town twice so I could take a second look. Beautiful. Then in the homes of friends, small birds landing.

I remembered that the gallery in Solva had some of this work in the window, so went to see, and found…

Warren’s work is gorgeous. Understated, beautifully drawn, small souls of birds painted on wood. Each bird looks as if it might fly away any second. And the gallery is such a peaceful, interesting place to be.

I bought a small flock to hang on the walls once I have painted them. We talked about the shape of birds, how all drawing is from memory, how to catch that shape and how the only way to learn is to do, over and over. And after I had bought a robin and four sparrows I said he really should put his prices up. (My advice is to get in there now and fast, because these are such beautiful creatures)

I think this says it all….. ‘I would like to paint the way a bird sings’……… you can take that in many ways.

You can see more of Warren’s work in Oriel Fach in Solva, near the Harbour Inn, or online on his website.

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The Lost Words and the Last Year

The last year has been a whirl of a year. Far too much away from home, not enough time spent painting, but when I did it was with a sharper focus, I think, and a stronger desire to learn and grow.

Sometimes it’s hard to find the words that are needed. This blog post is just to say thank you. Thank you to all of those who found The Lost Words, took it to their heart and helped it to grow, from bookshops to readers, to all of those who took it upon themselves to fund raise to place the book in schools, hospitals, care-homes, hospices, thank you. To all those who donated to make the crowdfunders into such a success, thank you, and to our publishers for being open to such an astonishing movement of people, thank you. And look at these crowdfunders. Aren’t they amazing! And there were others, where The Wildlife Trust in Suffolk, Norfolk, Herefordshire, and more partnered with people to raise the funds. And The John Muir Trust gave us a platform for the Explorer’s notes and under the guiding hand of Rob Bushby we reached out to so many teachers, explorers. And thank you again to Hamish Hamilton for supporting and extending this to the Challenge Cards, which, like the Explorer’s Notes was crafted by Eva John with help from Robert and myself.

And thank you to all the teachers who have taken The Lost Words into the hearts of their schools. The work both Robert and I have seen inspired by the book is amazing, and the enthusiasm the children have shown is incredible. At one school Father Christmas reported to me that all the children were full of talk of kingfishers, acorns, wrens and nexts and when asked what they wanted for Christmas it was their own copy of the book. How utterly amazing and beautiful.

Thank you to Compton Verney who continue to tour The Lost Words Exhibition, and to the 52 000 plus visitors to the show so far. It’s been such a pleasure working with all the people at Compton Verney, and The Foundling Museum and The Botanic Gardens in Edinburgh were just amazing. It’s such a privilege to have my work shown in such amazing places. ( The next venue is Nyman’s Gardens in West Sussex and I will be there for 2 days talking to people about the paintings and signing books.)

Thank you to Hay Festival for making The Lost Words their Book of the Year last year. If you don’t know the Hay Player then follow the links, for those who couldn’t make it Hay sometimes record, sometimes film…Both Winter Fest with Robert and Summer Fest with Kerry Andrew and Nicola Davies were amazing!

And thank you for all the coverage in the press for the book, but mostly thank you for this thoughtful piece from Daegan Miller which grew from this amazing review.

I think the best way we can say thank you is to begin work on something new. Over the last few months Robert and I have been talking, with each other, with our publisher. It’s time now to settle to work, to make a new book. That will be our best way to say thank you, to try to craft something, together. Another creature that we hope will find a way to hearts in the way that The Lost Words has. Not a book for children. Just a book for people, of all ages. As we settle into it, let it embed itself into our hearts, we will be able to say more.

But for now, just thank you. And I hope your Christmas is a peaceful one, and as good as it can be.

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Take a Moment

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