We’re so very excited to be in the final stages of preparation for the Sense of Here exhibition. Given the uncertainty of events this year, we’re delighted that we are able to share work from the project in… Read More
Dance, found poetry, spoken word and song, woven in to the landscape. Earth Day 2020 seems like the perfect day to share this film, created by Emmie Coxey.
What impact can an artist residency have? How might it change views of landscape, and affect artistic development? This short film shares some reflections …
January 1st, 2020 “The first day of January: a new year, a new decade, and here we are beneath a sky that’s a drift of racing clouds, wind blowing at us from the Scafell massif. Despite the cold… Read More
The light is changing from moment to moment, fast clouds skitting across the sun, and the sun itself sinking with that rapidity that characterises the days now, so close to midwinter. One moment the canvas is bright, the… Read More
To continue reflections on the residency in September, here is Hugo Hunt, sharing his thoughts. Hugo uses 35mm film in his photography, but it’s not just about the images. Behind every image is a process of seeing. His… Read More
Following on from the ‘Into the Light of Things’ residency that we ran in September, we’re sharing a second blog from the series that is being contributed by the residents. Emmie Coxey used the time to explore ideas… Read More
Fog has curled and settled itself in the valleys, locking the low land into a monochrome hush. We drive in it, and then through it, emerging to see mountains floating above a clouded land. We’ve come to Whinlatter… Read More
… smaller than some elementsmaller than the elementsa connection to deathor riska caterpillar can be as wildas a storm …
Voices travel featherlight on the wind, like a kind of music, and then drift off and the air is a tumble of water once more, the chill of October edging in on the tail end of the year…. Read More
September 7 2019 I’m sitting beside Wastwater, looking at the canvas and the land beyond it where the sheer rocky screes tumble into the lake. I’m still, and quiet, simply watching the play of cloud shadows on hills.
Memory and hope … So much hinges on these two things as we look back, and move forward mindful of the care this landscape needs.