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Walbrook Walk: Flowers for Venus Fire for Vesta

2011-03-01T04:51:00.001-08:00

On Sunday 27 February (a day short of March1) five of us walked ‘Flowers for Venus Fire for Vesta’; the last Walbrook Walk. The series of walks started in November 2006 and traced the route of the Walbrook - one of London’s lost rivers.

The Walbrook appears to have been sacred to both the Brits and Romans and has been well excavated in recent years. Along its course an amazing array of objects have been found including hundreds of male sculls with missing jaw-bones (a sign of then being ritually deposited), many clay figurines of Venus, tons of Roman ironwork including knife blades, nails, pins and keys; iron being strongest magic.

Some of the clay figurines of Venus

found in the Walbrook now in the Museum of London

The walks have taken place on auspicious dates two or three times a year – dates linked to the Roman rites at the Temple of Vesta – the virgin goddess of the hearth (L. focus), home and family. According to Ovid, Vesta was the Earth itself and her presence was symbolised by the fire that burned in the central hearth of the home (the woman’s realm) and in her circular temples.

And why Vesta?

The Bank of England sits at the centre of the old Roman city and the Walbrook flows under the middle of it. The architect John Soane incorporated into its curved western façade part of the circular Temple of Vesta at Tivoli – his favorite building. Its dome and curved colonnade of flower-decked columns stands on the corner of Princes Street and Lothbury – complete with a central ‘oculus’ to let the smoke escape!

Tivoli Corner at the Bank of England

showing the oculus in the roof

The temples of Vesta were always round - the shape of a Neolithic hut and were tended by the Vestales (vestal virgins were highly privileged women). Their tasks included making salted sacrificial bread ‘Mola Salsa’ tending the sacred fire; the flame was renewed on 1 March each year.

And Venus?

Well she’s there because she has to be! The goddess of love, beauty and fertility- saluted as the supreme generative force in the universe. Many clay figurines of her have been found on the stream bed.

On Sunday we walked from a conjectured tributary source in the grounds of a Saxon convent in Shoreditch, via Tivoli Corner where we rested and ate ‘Salsa Mola’ and then walked down Walbrook and the remains of the Roman Temple of Mithras that once stood on the western bank of the stream.

The remains of the mid 3rd centruyTemple of Mithras

which once stood on the bank of the River Walbrook

Cannon Street

is still the home of the Guilds of Tallow Candle-Makers and Skinners – stinky medieval trades necessarily situated on the shores of the River Thames.

Map showing the site of the Saxon convent grounds.

Curtain Road runs along its western boundary.

And so down onto the beach at Walbrook Wharf; a beach full of shards of pottery and clay-tiles, oyster shells and water-washed animal bones – hundreds of them. The waves and wakes of boats crashed onto the beach as we wandered and wondered.

The ‘Fire Pot’– filled with dried roses, herbs, twigs, and last year’s flowers was lit; it did not burst into flames but rather a strong wind blew from up-river and fanned a wonderful draft of white smoke that billowed silently down- stream. Time seemed to stand still or rather I felt timeless.

We left the beach after a long while, walking up the flight of slime-green- stone and metal-gridded steps, over the flood-defence wall and back into the Sunday city. I left the empty Fire-Pot on the Walbrook beach to be claimed by the fast incoming Thames tide; the Walbrook had reached home and we went to the pub to celebrate with strong spirit.

'The Fire-Pot' on Walbrook Beach

'Essentially, all form is a pattern or network of energy, including that of our natural world and human body….I have called the landscapes that manifest these archetypal patterns ‘landscape temples’. They are all sacred, as indeed is the whole world….. Pilgrimage is one way in which these relationships can be enhanced and the network of energy kept healthy and alive.’

Peter Dawkins

'Dark Earth' in archaeology is a layer often as much as 2 – 3 ft thick which covers Roman remains, notably in London and in Roman ruins in the rest of England, particularly urban ones. The stratum underlying the dark earth is often of a date varying from the 2nd to the 5th Century AD, and the stratum overlying is often, in the City of London, 9th century. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dark_earth

Once, a twenty foot wide gravel-bottomed stream, it is now an underground seepage trickling 20-30 feet underground amongst the 'dark-earth' depths of historic London. Tunnelling subversively under the foundations of the Roman Wall, modern offices and the Bank of England, to discharge into the Thames amongst the rusting refuse-barge hulks at Walbrook Wharf.

crooked @ House Gallery

2011-02-15T04:30:00.000-08:00

Glimpsed: an exhibition of 3d and video works at House Gallery, Camberwell, London, by members of South London Women Artists in February 2011.

My installation was entitled crooked....

'golden' melt-water - day 1

“…history books have claimed that “camber”’ meant crooked and that water from the Camber Well could cure “crippled or crooked people”.

The Telegraph May 200

Lepers and cripples, expelled from the City of London, were sent to Camberwell and treated by the church of St Giles and the healing waters from its wells.

crooked was a process of related events that took place over the two weeks of the exhibition:

Ice, steel bowl, linen - day1

crooked: a block of ice made from water from the roof of St Giles Parish Church was suspended by a linen cloth. St Giles is the patron saint of cripples and a church dedicated to him has stood in Camberwell since Anglo-Saxon times.

I have worked with ice, linen and ‘gold’ for a several years.The palette of materials hints at an alchemy – materials transformed and states altered.

In the early hours of Saturday morning 22 January 2011 a serious car crash took place outside the Gallery. We arrived to set up the exhibition with the crumpled wrecks of two cars, one with its roof ripped off, being towed away.

debris of the car crash was frozen into bowls of ice

The 'bowls' of ice contained the remains of the wall demolished by the impact of one of the vehicles: shattered car headlamps, bricks and mortar rubble. As the ice thawed they were released into the golden melt-water, which gold splashed onto the surrounding floor. Afer about 30 hours the linen also was released: swaddling, bandage, shroud perhaps?

The steel bowl transformed by melt water day 1

2010-05-23T10:51:00.001-07:00

Bodies Transformed @ The Crypt Gallery, London

2010-05-23T10:36:00.000-07:00

22- 29 April 2010

After Thoughts:
The performance of ‘The Descent’ at the PV was spell binding with spectacular performances from Divya as Inanna and Hazel as narrator and ‘Neti the Gatekeeper’. Divya entered the space down the flight of stone entrance steps in full gold and red bejeweled regalia – which was a fitting way to enter the Under World and made a powerful impression on many people. The sound of her ankle bells and stamping feet and Hazels’ powerful narration had a hypnotic and meditative effect.

There were between 150 -200 people at the PV which filled the labyrinthine venue, but the main Crypt corridor is a difficult linear space for the audience, so there were some issues of visibility. BUT overall the feedback was great and I feel that Inanna the ‘Performance’ and ‘Piece’ made the sometimes fraught journey from ‘ideal’ to ‘real’.

The Crypt has such a powerful atmosphere that time spend invigilating had a strange surreal quality, with occasional sorties above ground for coffee and sun. ‘The Descent’ is a chilling tale and I feel that I would like to make a sunny ascent; perhaps there is another piece there?

The contrast between ‘Ice and Fire’ and ‘Inanna’ is striking in the photographs and it was good to see the linen fall out this time. The seven bowls worked on several levels:

the seven gates to the Under World
Inanna’s seven ‘holy powers’ which were stripped from her during her descent
one bowl for each day of the show- placed under the ice daily

‘Intimate Makings’, the new series of prints based on the making of the ‘Crucible’ looked well in the Crypt, but I think will look better in a less loaded space, and I’m looking forward to seeing them on white walls in ‘Open Studio’ June 19-20 2010.

Please make a note in your diaries!

Ice and Fire revisited

2010-04-15T01:16:00.000-07:00

Helen Gilbert, the project coordinator for Ice and Fire at St Ethelburga's has written a review for the monthly newsletter - thank you Helen.

http://stethelburgas.org/art-reconciliation

Helen mentions the fact that the ice, unexpectedly did not melt completely which got me thinking about the endings:
The event had two endings; parallel narratives - an internal and external:

The un-finished business of melting and release 'in the interior space' of the building - the ongoing process of transformation.
The water returned to its source 'out in the city' - with flashes of gold glinting in the long drop down to the Thames, and then out into the darkness downstream. An unexpectedly beautiful farewell; release and re-union with the stream flowing into forgetting and unknowing. I felt this ending was a resolution; a trusting to the tide to carry it home.

Bodies…

2010-04-13T01:17:00.000-07:00

‘Marx’s designation of the single artifact as a “body” is at some moments based on the concept of use value (the woven cloth refers to the human body because it has “use to” the living body…) and is at other moments based on its being the materialized objectification of bodily labor (the woven clothe a material memorialization of the embodied work of spinning, for it endures long after the physical activity has itself ceased: “the worker has spun and the product is a spinning”) …Thus the activity of “making” comes to be the activity of “animating the external world”, either described as a willed projection of aliveness (“Yarn with which we neither weave nor knit is cotton wasted. Living labor must seize on these things, awake them from the dead”)…’

from ‘The Body in Pain – The Making and Unmaking of the World’ by Elaine Scarry

I have never read Marx so I was bowled over by this; my work as the “making of bodies” or in the case of my new print series “the memorialization of the making of bodies”. I disagree with the concept that the World (raw material) exists purely to be animated by the labour of mankind; since the Earth is continually re-making itself without our interference! But, my work – which relies on the natural, innate processes inherent in materials, is a ‘making’ by me with the Earth, as a farmer ‘produces’ crops with/from the soil? My work is specifically a "rusting", an "oxidisation" or a "splattering"...
That feels good!

The Descent of Inanna - the oldest myth in the world.

2010-04-12T13:37:00.000-07:00

‘The Descent’ dates from 4000 BCE and survives on clay tablets written in cuneiform text found in the ancient Sumerian city of Ur. It relates the story of Inanna, the goddess of Heaven and Earth, and her descent through seven gates to the Underworld, and the subsequent stripping of her seven holy powers. The myth forms the basis of my latest ice-melt which incorporates seven bowls, and will be interpretated by dance on the opening night.

The symbolism of number seems to have always been important. According to J.E. Cirlot seven symbolises perfect order, and corresponds to the seven Direction of Space, the seven pointed star, the seven chakras, the planetary spheres and the moon (since 7 x 4 = the 28 days of the month).

Invitation

2010-04-12T12:11:00.000-07:00

A group show of sculpture, video, painting, drawing and prints

Victoria Ahrens
Dina Christy
Jane Dalton
Sara Mark
Bruno Mazzotta
Lisa Payne
Glen Snow
Kim Thornton

Video link to You Tube...

2010-03-15T14:55:00.000-07:00

Try

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=drXvp_q4YYw

A basic handheld video giving the general idea...a more professional video of the event is being prepared.

Artist's talk

2010-03-15T00:46:00.000-07:00

Welcome to Ice and Fire – awaiting transformation

Are we ready for trans-formation?

Ice and Fire is a journey through a process in which we are all participants.

Much of my work involves preparing processes, and then letting them run their course, by allowing the innate properties of materials to speak their own language to make the work – an inevitable unfolding through time.

Once ‘out there’ the work no longer belongs to me, it has its own energy and you have your own interactions with it. We are a shifting community of participants that engage with it, here in our bodies or virtually over the web around the globe!

I think one of the most valuable things someone said to me about looking at art was:

‘Artists rarely do things for no reason’

…being with art (not just looking at it) is a matter of a fierce attention to what is present, which may be challenging and hidden. We are asked to be present to the precise details of the work, but also to what is going on inside of ourselves hidden – what are we thinking, feeling, sensing? So what is going on – here now?

I’m not going to explain the work but I’ll describe it… so let’s start with ‘awaiting transformation’

A – wait: In our culture waiting is seen as something passive and a bit of a waste of time, but the word’s root means "to be strong, be lively". This root also gives us awake, watch, and (in an extended form) vigil. So perhaps "waiting" is not so passive as it might first seem - it has a sense of being awake and an aware state of being. Contemplation even…

Trans – formation: Trans- comes from the root tere - to cross over, to pass through, to overcome

Form: comes from the Greek root merph which gives us morph/ morphosis meaning form, beauty, outward appearance.

So we have:

Being strong and lively as we pass through, cross over, beauty and outward appearance.

In the WEST, under the mass of the tower by the door that opens directly onto the City, there is a block of ice, it is:

- Rectangular, at the moment, but it’s going to melt in about 24 hours

- It’s cold - if you stand under it

- It is slightly yellow because it is partly made of Thames water

- It is suspended high up in the west – the occident. It is the furthest point in the building from the East – the orient. You could say it is dis-orientated.

- It’s hung by a strip of linen frozen into it; an 8 foot long piece of linen 18 inches wide: a shroud, swaddling, bandage or Fair Linen altar cloth perhaps?

The ice is hung by a hook – not a neat butcher’s hook from a trendy kitchen shop, but an industrial meat-hook. When I found it lying on the pavement, it still had blood on it – it is an instrument used in mass slaughter. It is hung by a piece of stainless steel wire from a loop in the light of the setting sun.

At the EAST end

- nearest the orient

- nearest the sunrise

- nearest Jerusalem...there is a circle of ash.

Ash – what happens when you burn matter, it is the quintessential essence of a material made formless. Before we had square hearths and chimneys we used to sit AROUND the fire with our backs to the dark. The hearth was the ancient heart of the home, a place of safety, warmth, conviviality.

The circle is 64” diameter – 5’ 4”. In it are placed small candles

- they are creamy yellow with a coating of ash because they are made of bees wax….

- they are all slightly different because they have been made by hand

- as the wax burns it is melting into the ash

- they are giving out light and heat

- the ash is held in place by a steel band

And in between the west and the east at the moment we have space with people sitting it. We have a North facing wall along which are stacked:

- 11 empty steel bowls that have been blacken by extreme heat

- Art materials

- 300 bees wax lights

- Chairs

- Cushions and rugs

- Poetry, prose and stories

- Later, a musician will play the Oud there and Contemplatives will meditate

A wall of provisions for the journey perhaps…

Under the ice there is a 12th bowl – it is catching the melt water. In it is a spoonful of powdered bronze. Every two hours a new bowl will be placed under the ice until 12 bowls have passed under it and placed in a line up the aisle. At the end of 24 hours of waiting:

- The West will be connected to the East

- The City to the Sanctuary

- Cold to the Warm

- The linen released

- The ash bear the marks of 300 beeswax candles- burnt

- 12 bowls transformed

- A poet and musician ‘enchanted’ the space

- A community of people will have borne witness here and around the globe…transformations will have taken place….crossed over and through…

I would like to thank St Ethelburga’s Centre for hosting the event especially, Helen Gilbert, Jeff Parkinson, and Simon Keyes.

Also Hazel Bradley- the narrator,

Philip Wells – The Fire Poet

Attab Haddad – Oud Player,
Diana Wackerbath for her wonderful writing on my blog.

I would like to finish with a quote from Heraclitis – a Greek philosopher born in 537 BC. It can be translated in several ways:

‘ Everything flows, nothing stands still or

Everything flows and nothing stays or

Everything flows and nothing abides or

Everything gives way and nothing stays fixed or

Everything flows; nothing remains or

All is flux, nothing stays still.’

Thank you

Ice and Fire...

2010-03-14T14:57:00.000-07:00

Friday was manic - starting at 4am it involved last minute preparations: collecting leaflets from the printer, taxi rides and dashing up step ladders.

But all went to plan, and once the event started I was held in a rather dream-like state while Ice and Fire evolved around me. Thanks to Helen Gilbert, the St Ethelburga’s Projects coordinator and Hazel Bradley who kept the programme on track and welcomed morning, afternoon and night. Thanks too to Jeff who kept the practicalities under control and cooked wonderful sustaining stews and all the St Ethelburga’s team who cooked, photographed and videoed the event.

Ice and Fire was a year in the making, and its actuality was an amazing experience. My most vivid memory is sleeping with melting ice…the constant, irregular drip and the line of bowls extending into the darkness was very special. I got up at 4am to place the sixth bowl – which was rather surreal…the building was unexpectedly warm at night and seven other cocooned bodies lay sleeping on Persian rugs. The bowl rang out as it was struck by the melt water, the ice was held infront of the dimly lit west window, with the rumble of the City outside – all watched by the small blue point of light of the Camcorder. Reminding me that I was not the only witness of the event in the night.

When the twelfth bowls was placed I was struck by the piece’s skeletal quality –a giant spine down the centre of the building, which people wandered up and down like a ladder.

So much richness. Philip Wells (Fire Poet) and Attab Haddad (Oud) played and proclaimed hallowed ground wonderfully on Friday evening. Hazel Bradley read a variety of readings: the story of the Chinese Rainmaker who created the space that allowed the longed for rain to fall, to the joyous and wonderful coming of ‘Spring’ to Narnia.

Night and Morning prayers with Taize chants at midnight marked the passing of the hours; the installation a participant in our liturgies.

We finished the event with a walk down to London Bridge to pour the melt water into the Thames. A most wondrous moment as the golden water was poured from one of the bowls over the parapet of the bridge - it caught the light, fell like a golden stream into the River and flowed with a distant sparkle out of sight into the dark. A lovely farewell...

I mentioned in my talks about the project being a transient community; an important part of which was the series of contemplatives who sat quietly and held the space for an hour at a time. And thanks to all those who came along and inhabited the space for a while, especially those who came back several times and sat or wandered for many hours.

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Going down to the Thames

2010-03-07T11:40:00.000-08:00

Going down to the Thames shore is an uncanny experience. We are used to looking down on the river from bridges, mainly at speed from the safety of trains and buses. Standing beside it one is aware of its size and power.

A bright cold afternoon - I made my way down to Walbrook Wharf where the waves crash-in on the rusting hulls of the refuse barges with a dull dark thump, and splash up the concrete steps disconcertingly.

Armed with a bucket and a peice of string I capture as much water as I can carry, and bring it home to boil....the things one does for art!

London being London no one batts an eye...the blessing of invisible eccentricity.

The Ash Circle

2010-02-20T11:35:00.000-08:00

The Ash Circle

Today’s project was to make the steel band that will from the ash cirlce; it will be placed on the chancel steps at the East-end as a counterpoint to the melting ice in the west tower of the building.

The circle is 64 inches in diameter – my height and will hold a 2 inch depth of wood ash – a material that I use a lot in my work. It is a pale, fragile and beautiful material that for me holds an immense weight of meaning. Here, I use it as the symbol of the ancient hearth – home. It will form the focus for story, music and poetry on Saturday evening.

During the installation participants will be invited to place hand-made beeswax lights into the ash – which as they burn will transform it; in an equivalent manner to the melting ice transforming the steel bowls.

Getting to the root of things...

2010-02-18T13:02:00.000-08:00

Hi Sara!

I looked up the etymology of "wait" and it comes from the Indo-European root weg-2, which means "to be strong, be lively". This root also gives us awake, watch, and witch, and (in an extended form) vigil. So perhaps "wait" is not so passive as it might seem at first sight - more an awake, aware state of being.

Personally, I feel invited by "Ice and Fire" into "contemplation" rather than "waiting". I like the implications of "being with" ("con") and "temple" - which in its original form meant a space marked out for observation or augury. I feel invited into active participation in sacred space and time - with its rhythm of stillness, silence, meditation and attention on the one hand, and activity on the other.

I was wondering about "attending" as a tagline word, and I like the fact that an extended form of the tem- root gives us "tend".

This is exactly how I view your role in bringing the work to fruition, and the participants' too, in bringing the work to a new level.

However, I'd like to suggest "contemplation" for the tagline…..

It seems to me also that "Ice and Fire" is creating a true Alchemist's Laboratory - the dynamic balance of labor: labour, and oratory: reverence.

The Indo-European root or- means to pronounce a ritual formula. It gives oracle, oration etc, but also adore and inexorable. I also like the fact that in Italian ora means hour, time, and now.

And there it is in the middle of "transf-or-mation" - I've only just seen that! And transformation (both inner and outer), as we know, was the central focus of alchemy.

Best of luck DW

A letter from a friend....

2010-02-17T13:03:00.000-08:00

I received this email from a friend and thought I would pass it on, since it's got me thinking. Any thoughts on an alternative tagline?

"Your Ice and Fire project is so exciting! ... but something's been bothering me about the Awaiting bit of the "Awaiting Transformation" tagline, and I just want to share these thoughts with you, in a somewhat "thinking aloud" fashion.

The great fundamental mystery is that everything is constantly in a state of transformation - as Tradition knows: eg. Taoism (I Ching - the Book of Changes), Heraclitis, alchemy and now quantum physics.

"Everything flows and nothing stays.
Everything flows and nothing abides.
Everything gives way and nothing stays fixed.
Everything flows; nothing remains.
All is flux, nothing is stationary.
All is flux, nothing stays still.
Nothing endures but change."

From Lives of the Philosophers by Diogenes Laertius

I often wonder whether the "Waiting" we think we're doing is an aspect of Christian teaching (and other religions? cultures?) - waiting for redemption, resurrection etc - when in fact transformation is happening all the time. What we are actually waiting for is for the Personality to stop being resistant to and afraid of change - to become conscious of and to participate in that mystery. "Waiting" can be a way of putting off engaging with Life as fully as we can.

The first principle of Taoism (and Buddhism?) is to let go of that attachment to permanence and to presumed certainty in order to learn to observe, accept, and flow with the cycles of change that are fundamental to Life - the dance of yin and yang, the fluidity of the Tao - or of Mercury in the alchemical tradition.

What we're "Waiting" for is not so much transformation, as for our own Personality to get out of the way! Only then can transformation flow without obstruction.

Changes in consciousness of course have their own rhythms, too, and contemplative practices aim to speed that up in the course of a lifetime. In these traditions there is also the really important aspect of Intention - which to me has a sense of action and purpose coming from within, compared with the passivity of Awaiting for something to happen, perhaps by outside agency. But at the same time, it's important not to be attached to the idea of how or when change may happen....

Intention is so powerful. Many traditions believe that we create our lives through the power of thought: our lives are mirrors of our basic beliefs, conscious or not. If we intend to "wait", then "waiting" is what will continue to happen! But if we want transformation (for ourselves, for the planet), then "Why wait?"

If the tagline doesn't get in the way, what "Ice and Fire" offers in vessel-loads is the chance to be present with a process of Transformation, to pay attention to it, to live it consciously, to con-templ-ate it, to be with it in its sacredness - happening now and all the way through, not something to wait for.

And as we know from Quantum Physics/Prayer/Meditation, the intentional being with it will also affect the process itself.

Wow! What a gift you're offering and how powerful it could be!"

In the workshop...

2010-02-15T14:48:00.000-08:00

working with an angle grinder is a fiery endeavor!

"The soul's sap quivers...."

2010-02-12T15:24:00.000-08:00

I have reread part of TS Eliot's 'Little Gidding' this afternoon, and was struck again my the resonance between the poem and the ethos of Ice and Fire. Time caught between melting and freezing - suspended - chilling the heart - the glare like pentecostal fire off a watery mirror. I am very much looking forward to working with 'The Fire Poet' Philip Wells to see how words interact with the work.

"Midwinter spring is its own season
Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown,
Suspended in time, between pole and tropic.
When the short day is brightest, with frost and fire,
The brief sun flames the ice, on pond and ditches,
In windless cold that is the heart's heat,
Reflecting in a watery mirror
A glare that is blindness in the early afternoon.
And glow more intense than blaze of branch, or brazier,
Stirs the dumb spirit: no wind, but pentecostal fire
In the dark time of the year. Between melting and freezing
The soul's sap quivers...."

Back to the workshop tomorrow for another kind of fiery encounter.

connecting above and below

2010-02-06T16:41:00.000-08:00

I envisage this blog being a sort of online diary crossed with a project sketchbook. It will be a useful journal if I can keep to it…I hope it’s of interest.

Wednesday 3 February: Offered the chance to meet the St Ethelburga’s team behind the scenes as it were. It was great to meet them and hear a little about their amazingly multi-faceted programme. It also saw some project practicalities being addressed - like how to suspend a block of ice in the West Tower of St Ethelburga’s' Center!

Not an every day sort of problem! An elegant solution to hanging the ice is a challenge and the solution needs to be almost invisible or at least not to call attention to itself. I want the ice to hang high in the space so that it is out of the viewer’s felt space at first. The linen clothe frozen into the ice is about 8 foot long so I would like the ice to be at least 10 feet above the floor at the start of the event. In this way the gap between the ice and the melt water is maximized – the long drop of the water creating an active void between the elements:
– ice,water........steel. The force of the water drops hitting metal will also create a sound-piece for the musician and poet to respond to.

I am investigating hanging the ice with stainless steel cable but needed to discover if there was any way to suspend it directly from the belfry. Access to the tower if via a narrow roof light and across the lead roof but I have to admit to chickening out when I stuck my head through the roof light window and saw what the journey entailed…chicken!

However, the wonderful Jeff-the-caretaker came to the rescue and braved the ascent; he discovered a large removable panel in the tower ceiling. Wonderful news. This means that a single drop of wire is all that is required and a tall set of step ladders

We also discussed the size of the vessels that would collect the melt-water…and decided that two foot diameter bowls would suit the scale of the space. There will be twelve bowls in total - a new one placed under the ice every 2 hours. I like the idea that others would do this as part of a communal making of the work; a shared attention.

At 1pm a short reading followed by 15 minutes of shared silence seemed a very good way to finish the morning before a delicious lunch of homemade soup and cheeses. I was asked to talk a little about the project, and said that I wanted the ice to be made of Thames water…which raised the question of where I was going to get the water from….and how….

The trap door into the belfry is welcome find as it simplifies the hanging of the ice...

Saturday 6 February: Today I started making the steel frame for the ash circle – I love the alchemical magic of working with metal. The gas welder liquefies steel/ copper welding bar so that it flows like glowing syrup. I especially enjoy the showers of sparks that blast from an angle grinder - a wonderfully noisy firework display creating showers of pale gold sparks that gush off the metal, hitting the walls, my visor and then landing on top of my head. A bit painful but worth it!

Awaiting Transformation

2010-01-31T13:41:00.000-08:00

In April 1993 the mediaeval church of St. Ethelburga’s in the heart of the City of London was destroyed by an IRA bomb.

"The bomb destroyed the building in an instant; reconciliation is a process that unfolds slowly; transformation is possible."

Ice and Fire - as the sun sets at 6 pm on March 12, 2010 St Ethelburga's Centre centre will host ‘Ice and Fire’, an arts event that will last 24 hours on the theme of awaiting transformation.

We would be delighted if you would join us for as much or little of the event as you can.

Welcome to Ice and Fire

2010-01-31T08:36:00.000-08:00

March 12-13 2010