The White Gallery in Bollington was brimming over exhibits, my magpie mind really liked the photographic collages by Jack Lloyd. Once the rain had stopped hammering down, I stepped through the gallery, and the curators home to a court yard garden that scrambles up a steep hill in a series of terraces. That’s where I came across the dog sculpture that featured in my previous post, there was a cat and a horse too (although goodness knows how they got the horse up the steps.)
There was an installation by Becky Waite that was made all the prettier by the rain, it cascaded down the steps, just like the rain!
Becky’s work was always going to appeal to the child in me, bright colours, recycled materials, stitching and glistening mirrors.
(and the adult for that matter, I’m total sucker for a blast of colour and a bit of bling)
This one (below) reminds me of the ‘string pictures’ I used to make as a kid (and that are probably still in my mums loft.)
I’m not sure it was intentional, but I did like, how, over the garden wall, the next-door neighbour had colour coordinated the clothes pegs and washing line with the exhibit.
There’s a lot more to show, (I’ll upload some more to Flickr later) but the great outdoors is calling me, it’s a bank holiday weekend and half term break for the boys, time for some rest and relaxation.
Thank you to Fiona Bailey proprietor of the White Gallery, for her hospitality, excellent cake and not throwing me out in the rain.
(not to mention allowing us to tramp through her home in our dripping state.)