I stitched Helen Garner’s dream of the bravely, doggedly flowering bush on to some very thin strong silk then made a red flower with red felt, red silk, red waxed linen, a red button, red glass beads, a grape vine tendril painted black and a weathered seed inlaid with red thread.
“On the lip of an abyss roaring with dark wind stood a tiny bush that bore an intensely red flower. The bush grew right on the very edge of nothingness, and yet somehow its roots were holding. It had a grip that no wind could disturb; it thrived there, all on its own, this modest little plant, and while the abyss yawned beside it, it went on bravely, doggedly flowering.”
Helen Garner “Notes from a Brief Friendship” 2011 p46 “Everywhere I Look” 2016
“Sometimes it seems to me that, in the end, the only thing people have got going for them is imagination. At times of great darkness, everything around us becomes symbolic, poetic, archetypal.
Perhaps this is what dreaming, and art, are for.”
Helen Garner “On Darkness” 2015 p152 “Everywhere I Look” 2016
Helen Garner and Michael Leunig have helped me make some sort of sense of the world over and over since the early 70’s
a page from Michael Leunig’s “Wild Figments”
making this small red flowering thing is a form of prayer…
seeking beauty in the dark
this weathered seed was washed up on a beach like a refugee …
the roots have let go, the brave red flower is riding the wild winds of these dark times