“How we ache for that which time has taken. To sup ourselves on memories of Maytime and June, gorging on lost and stolen moments. We may think of our childhood, our firsts, be it love or time. Our memories may be flooded with people and places made to feel like home. For moments where this life existed under the rays of the sun no matter the time or season. How these instances of gold are marked in unquantifiable joy, pleasure, love, and safety. Can we ever believe they will last forever, when such things can be touched by loss, heartbreak, and fear? As these golden times pass and we reflect upon and mourn them as they fade to green, it is our memories of them that solidify them in eternity.”
“As Robert Frost reminds us “Nothing Gold Can Stay”, the thirty-seven artists and writers showcased in our third issue at Forget-Me-Not Press show us their own versions of Gold in the many forms it can appear. We hope this issue of Forget-Me-Not Press takes you back to those precious moments that you can never truly lose as long as you remember them. ” Forget-Me-Not Press Team.
I’m pleased to announce that Summer ’76 will appear in the first issue of The Pigeon Post, launching on the 25th June 2022 at the Margate Zine Fair, Elsewhere, 21-22 The Centre, Margate CT9 1RL.
“The Pigeon Post is a double-sided A4 newsletter for spontaneous, everyday writings. In ode to the carrier pigeon, the newsletter aims to bring about a slower cross-pollination of ideas in a fast moving world of the digital age where creatively can sometimes slip between the cracks of its existence. This newsletter is free and will be distributed around Margate in local cafes, pubs, galleries and shops to be found by a curious reader.”
This Group Exhibition will take place 25th June – 15th July 2022, at Open Gallery, 18 Rawson Street, Halifax HX1 1NH.
The central panel features an extract from the poem ‘Pennine Ramble’ written by Ebron. It was first published in “A Lancashire Miscellany”, a newspaper column featured in weekend editions of the Oldham Chronicle between 1956 and 1959.
The words around the outer border depict a memory from my own childhood of visiting my Grandparents in Stacksteads, Lancashire.
On sunny days they would pack a picnic and say ‘Let’s go up clough’. For me this meant a short walk up the footpath, past the farm with a Border Collie dog and ducks, over the stile and through the broken dry-stone walls, followed by a steep climb up to the clough and the brook where the water flowed fresh from the moors. I’ve spent many summers since sitting on the same rock, under the tree and paddling my feed in the cool water.
Size 21 x 27 cm. Hand embroidered and hand stitched with vintage Sylko thread on cotton cloth Eco printed with leaves and petals from my lockdown garden in Summer 2020. Designed during Spring 2021 UK lockdown.