In the Dark Times*

works from the wintertime 2012

As we have gracefully descended into the underworld of our subconscious, our hard fought existential realm, there has still been time to play. As we have gathered fuel for the cold lightless days and nights there has still been time to relish the crisp thrill of clean air and to pensively peruse the persistent West Country drizzle that could so easily dampen our resolve as artists and evolutionary entities. Over the years we have hopefully learnt to cast aside the ominous shadows of despondency and wholeheartedly enjoy the watery, wintery ways the Gulf Stream’s powerful waves provide. Lashing the coast, the cliffs, the shore and hills, the trees battered but braced against the heaving hurricane remains. This year we have been lucky – such richness, humour and warmth in the projected face of impending threat and loss. I have thrown a lifeline to the shore and she has returned the favour in kind. We have made mer-music and the song has been heard, not in the realm of money and men but in the dreams of all who dare to listen. We are learning the language of the earth again to share…

togetherness, rock drawing, st agnes ( p ward 2012 togetherness, rock drawing, st agnes ( p ward 2012)

birthday, pembrokeshire (p ward 2012) birthday, pembrokeshire (p ward/f owen 2012)

watching the world turn with joy and thanks; paint; grace - pembrokeshire (p ward:f owen 2012) watching the world turn with joy and thanks; paint; grace – pembrokeshire (p ward/f owen 2012)

potential, dale, pembrokeshire (p ward:f owen 2012) potential, dale, pembrokeshire ( pward/f owen 2012)

west dale, pembrokeshire (p ward 2012)waves, ravens, earth book – west dale, pembrokeshire (p ward 2012)

installations, watwick bay, pembrokeshire (p ward:f owen 2012)installations, watwick bay, pembrokeshire (p ward/f owen 2012)

a bench-width apart (soil balls) dale, pembrokeshire (p ward:f owen 2012)a bench-width apart (soil balls) dale, pembrokeshire (p ward/f owen 2012)

soil balls, west dale, pembrokeshire (p ward:f owen 2012)soil balls, west dale, pembrokeshire (p ward/f owen 2012)       

responses to a beach, westward ho! (p ward:f owen 2012)responses to a beach, westward ho! (p ward/f owen 2012)

soil balls, kennel vale (p ward 2012)soil balls, kennel vale (p ward 2012)

figure finger painting (earth pigments, p ward 2012)figure finger painting (earth pigments, p ward 2012)

earth painting (p ward:f owen 2012)earth painting (p ward/f owen 2012) 

reclamation, penryn (p ward:f owen 2012)reclamation, penryn (p ward/f owen 2012)

plantation with eucalyptus, alice holt, surrey (p ward 2012)plantation with eucalyptus, alice holt, surrey (p ward 2012)

test plantation, alice holt, surrey (p ward 2012)test plantation, alice holt, surrey (p ward 2012)

snail and seaweed, penryn (p ward 2012)snail and seaweed, penryn (p ward 2012)

7 bundles of sticks, CMR gallery redruth (p ward; bundles courtesy of Home Grown Kids North Devon, 2012)7 bundles of sticks, CMR gallery redruth (p ward; bundles courtesy of Home Grown Kids North Devon, 2012)

earth book 2, CMR gallery redruth (f owen:p ward; mud, paper and sticks; 2012)earth book 2, CMR gallery redruth (f owen/p ward; mud, paper and sticks; 2012) 

Where has the winter gone and why do dark times descend and lift so swiftly? The seasons spin on the drop of a pin, gyrating on a knife-edge. Soon the swallows will return to dance in the big skies. The timekeepers who observed the great wheel turning were bright in their estimations with nothing but fingers and thumbs to encode the future’s passing. We must at least be utterly impressed and truly humbled by such ancient ingenuity amidst the exploratory misadventures of our tribe and life’s chaotic willfulness. I align myself to your wise old ways as much as is possible within the trifling technological advancements, amongst the absurd distractions from my intuitive voice – this art of watching and whispering with the tides of time. I build a fire in our honour and pray for sense to come.

And crossing the border, this arbitrary boundary between here and there, we have entered another domain – of castles and towers, of mountains and cliff hugging choughs, of dreams, sunshine and fresh sea air blowing among the islands.

(*I just found this piece, written last winter but never posted, including images from that time. Many thanks to wonderful Francesca – it is always brilliant to look back over the work we have done together! 🙂 )

© P Ward 2013

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One Comment on “In the Dark Times*”

  1. Thank you for reminding me of this, these beautiful experiences, now memories of the things we did last winter. It puts life into perspective once again and I cant wait to continue building on these experiences in the future times to come.


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