2014
3 x 19.5 x 5.5 cm
Bronze
Edition of 10 + 1 AP
Each edition is stamp signed and numbered on the back
"After the opening of my latest exhibition, an emotional journey of the past few years, alone in the studio, I felt exhausted and needed to escape London for a much needed Folly break.
"Leaving your work behind after exposing so much of oneself, the relief I find turns first into an overwhelming exhaustion, followed by complete emptiness where the slightest key change in a song can simply make one burst into tears... It’s such a huge come down. Your creative juices have been working on overdrive that sometimes a rest can be a huge mistake. There is a hole, an empty void that needs to be filled and so sometimes having nothing to do just echoes the emptiness...
"The first day was the most depressing, that was until my nephew, who also works for me, called to say he needed to pay me a visit in order to discuss the studio that I was planning to construct on my land and could he bring the entire family along for a day out.
"Normally in those situations I would take guests to the nearby Woolpack Inn for lunch, but I am overjoyed. 'I’ll cook lunch', I announce... But what will the kids eat?
"Maybe pizza, pasta, peas or... carrots came the response.
"Carrots.
"I let the vegetable just hang in the air for a few moments longer – the catalyst that sparked the revolution, as I imagined a four course carrot feast. Since the summer there’d been a wild freak carrot crop; they just keep on popping out of the ground in all kinds of deformed organic shapes and sizes... "At last!" I cry... Something to do, something to fill the emptiness, that enormous gaping hole... And so begins a two day operation of harvesting, cleaning, scraping, shaving, peeling, shaping, grating, pummelling and sculpting these beautiful orange things.
"Two days it took, two whole days of preparing - but who cares? It may have sparked an idea for the next show, not only did it include a four course carrot lunch, but a series of tabletop carrot sculptures at its centrepiece." - excerpt from The Folly Acres Cook Book by Sue Webster