Exhibition is now open at Corinium Museum Gallery, Cirencester - more photos on our Facebook page.
This blog has been set up for members of EAST to post information about what is happening in the group and in their work.
I first met Hanny Newton on Wednesday as we were setting up at Harrogate. Anthea had arrived on our stand hunting for white paint and we were very fortunate to have a large tin which had been left behind by the stand builders. Armed with paint brushes and illicit paint I accompanied Anthea to the Graduate stand to touch up some walls and shelf edges.
Hanny studied at the Royal School of Needlework for the first two years of her course and then transferred to Falmouth College to completing her degree this summer. As you can see from the pictures below she’s used the traditional gold work skills learnt at R.S.N. to wonderful effect.
In our Veins. Hanny Newton
As a lover of traditional gold work I wanted to find a new approach to these amazing traditional skills. My rocks are an up scaled version of gold work felt padding – as you would find under the Queen’s robe of estate etc. Layers of industrial felt are tightly stitched together in contours to create sculptural forms.
Living in Cornwall, I felt inspired by the landscape and heritage of the area and loved the fact I could use gold work in a new way.
Just before the Harrogate exhibition closed yesterday we all joined Anthea, the Graduates, members of Hue and some staff from the Embroiderers’ Guild to celebrate a successful show. We toasted each other with some bubbly (provided by Anthea) and wished each other continuing success.
Then it was all systems go as we took down our exhibits and packed them into the pallet boxes. With everything ready to go we lost the men from the logistics company who we hoped were going to get the work home to Braintree. As I was sent hither and thither by various officials, trying to track the men down, I was filled with the horrible thought that somehow we hadn’t filled in the correct forms and no one knew about our work.
Eventually they arrived and like London buses, in great quantities, five altogether. All was well. They knew about us and we weren’t to worry. At this point Colin took a picture, below left, (not a very flattering one of me as you can see) and we watched whilst the pallets were shrink wrapped.
At last we could happily leave the Conference Centre feeling
very smug as many stall holders had to wait until their vans were released from
the car park before they could begin packing them.