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Anima
Finding the Magic of Breckland
 

Breckland is a place of long mysteries and small wonders. Ignoring modern boundaries it is a strongly defined landscape that allows for deep thought and contemplation. By keen observation and many exploratory wanderings, the lands rich undercurrents become apparent.

What is a sparse landscape for the mere observer is a cornucopia of delight for the creator. Benign watchfulness leads to a sense of joyous overwhelm. Sometimes riotous and sometimes serene, expressions of this outlandish wonder lead to an eclectic personal nexus made from things gathered from the land around as well as due homage paid with more far flung materials.

These works are not reproductions or replicas of things seen.

They are interpretations of spells and prayers, hung out like gossamer webs from every stand of gorse.   They are the whisps that wrap themselves round stout heather brush.

They are sounds made visible. Finding the flow with ocular orations. Talismans of tacit silences,                    the lines of wild love letters never written down.

Using the rich natural resources of this stark environment, the many notional fragments are now collected into a whole. Pieces are made in wood, bark, chalk and bone with nods to the ways of earlier times by using experimentally cast bronze, wild plant fibres and natural dyes.

Walk through of Anima - October 2021
Exhibition held in the upstairs gallery at DesignerMakers21 in Diss, Norfolk
 

Brecks Verse

 

Steppe on

Steppe along

Pour sand

Poor land

          

Furze faced

Fearn feared

Deep sleep

Bold barrow

         

Breken hearted

Heath departed

Conie wrought

Wearied warren

    

Ling linger

Lark longer

Sleeping dunes

Awaken soon

                              

Mere fluctuation

Veering obscuration

Well borne

 Broken land

 

 

A very brief history of Breckland

 

Cretaceous sea beds lurk under your feet, the very land is made up of things from so deep in time they are hard to comprehend, it is a landscape used and continually used and shaped by people from the Pleistocene to the Present.

 

From man’s first foraging steps into a deeply wooded land to the later pre-historic populations that altered the land into its famed dry lowland heath, this iconic landscape was further cemented in the Mediaeval period by the introduction and keeping of vast numbers of rabbits in warrens. Specialist flora is often very small, an adaptation not only to the vagaries of grazing animals but also against thriving in one of the driest place in Britain.

Although there had been losses to farming improvements in the 19th C. the most acute casualties came in the 20th C., with the planting of Thetford Forest Park in the 1920’s (with pine trees being deemed the most productive crop for the poor sandy soil, as well as Britain’s need to have its own sustainable timber crop) and the demarcation of the Stanta battle area, displacing four thriving villages, never to return.

 

In the 21st C. there are great efforts to revive and reconnect some of the many heathland fragments, resuscitating the dormant heath from under its timber-weighted blanket.  The pines though are here to stay, now a much loved part of the landscape; they bring their own scents and mysteries, leaving a hazy imprint in the mind of what the landscape might have been as vegetation recolonized after the retreat of the last ice sheets, albeit not in so many rigid ranks and rows.

Gamely the larks sing louder with their new mechanical competitors and due to the military intervention a huge area remains preserved from pine and people, disturbed only by rockets and gun fire.

This is still Breckland. The chop and change, high disturbance, the ever breaking and needing to be broken. The current of perpetual change appears unchanging, constant as the earth and the stars yet what was has been and will be again.

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