Bags of treats.

^{In my preparations for the small ‘intervention’ at Woodbridge Museum I have been busy stitching and mending as well as the same old same old wrapping and tying. It is partly I realise a way to bind up and repair. A symbolic act of healing and comfort. Add the memory of a shiny wrapped sweet offered from the depths of a Grandmother’s handbag and suddenly all is well…a plaster for the wound.}

 

 

Bag of treats


 



Bags of treats.

One spark sets off the forest fire.

^{Out of the ordinary the extra ordinary, a different way of looking at the familiar, the mundane and the commonplace. Just a little alteration to catch the eye and one story sets off another.}

Who was Jean Stewart?

^{A visit to the sweet local museum set me thinking about history, myth and memory. I heard a talk by Christian Boltanski  about how few of us are remembered once two generations have passed away. We might have memories of our Grandparents but few will remember their Great Grandparents. What struck me as I peered at the exhibits with their explanatory labels was how fragmentation challenges history and memory. What do those fragments really tell us set alongside each other, creating their own little dialogues? I rather like the possibility of the telling of a different story. A co-mingling of fact and fiction, the tales of the in-between spaces.}

Who was Jean Stewart?

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