by Ruby Taylor | Jul 13, 2014 | All Journal Entries, Wakehurst: artist in residence
Making it While the Sun Shines. I genuinely feel like the Miller’s daughter in the story Rumpelstitskin. I’ve a massive pile of cut hay on one side, and a long snaking hay rope on the other, which I’m looping together to form a structure. I reckon I’ve made 70 metres...
by Ruby Taylor | Jul 10, 2014 | All Journal Entries, Wakehurst: artist in residence
The Peace of Wild Things. Driving to Wakehurst this morning for my artist in residency, on my car radio I hear bellicose Middle Eastern leaders holding forth, and reports of awful police investigations here in the UK. I’m overwhelmed by it, by feelings of despair and...
by Ruby Taylor | Jul 7, 2014 | All Journal Entries, Wakehurst: artist in residence
Trail of seeds. This is my working space for my post as artist in residence at Wakehurst, or what I like to call my studio: a couple of straw bales and a farm yard. Sheepskin for a touch of luxury. It’s a naturally peaceful spot save for the occasional arrival...
by Ruby Taylor | Jul 3, 2014 | All Journal Entries, Wakehurst: artist in residence
Bare feet and windrows. I’m at Wakehurst, in Bloomers Valley, checking out the plants in this meadow for my Meadow Weave residency. It’s a species-rich conservation-grade meadow, the result of a big restoration project here. I’m admiring the dramatic entrance to the...
by Ruby Taylor | Jul 2, 2014 | All Journal Entries, Wakehurst: artist in residence
Wrens, ropes and rats I’ve been looking at nests and ropes as part of my research for the position as artist in residence at Wakehurst Place. This beautiful wren’s nest, made of grasses, straw and moss was in the roof of the iron age roundhouse at...
by Ruby Taylor | Jun 20, 2014 | All Journal Entries, Wakehurst: artist in residence
I’m visiting Wakehurst Place in East Sussex to have a look at their meadows with my position as artist in residence for this summer in mind, which will be part of their Meadows Festival. The plan is to explore the possibilities of weaving with the meadow plants...