past exhibition
In the Field of Everlastings
An exhibition of works by Stuart Williams and Mandy Renard at Handmark 13th June- 1st July 2008.
Mandy Renard:
Love, safety, clarity, happiness, abstract words expressing primal needs.
Needs that exist before ideas, before words.
We cannot find their beginnings,
and we cannot find their ends.
They dwell in the field of everlastings.
Our quest for these concrete realities – for these intangible abstractions – defines us.
It is our beauty our humanity.
Our shared needs unite us.
Acknowledging and cherishing this unity leads us to gentleness.
And in our gentleness we are united. We are more unified in our gentleness than separated by our individuality.
The field of everlastings is content and waits patiently for us if we can only find our way.
Stuart Williams:
My work is about finding a sense of place within the urban landscape. The main idea I guess is to capture the audience. To hold them for a moment in wonderment, especially in today’s technological age. I like to combine new technologies with old traditions and believe that it is important to remember where we have come from. The opportunities that new technologies hold for sustainable design and innovation excite me. Yet it is the wonderment of the natural world that inspires my creativity.
Creating the work for “In the Field of Everlasting” was about the elements - the sun, wind, rain and the new growth that it brings. The way that flowers are pulled towards morning sun, and follow it as it moves across the sky through the day, opening and closing in response to the light. And the way that wind rushes through a field of flowers and moves them like a wave.
I try to make furniture that has a “soul” or a life of its own that tells a story or at least allows the viewer to imagine one, offering the space to look beyond the practical object.
Where has all the wonderment gone?
I cherish the time to create. It gives me the space to think about life, who and what I am and how I fit into it…. And not to mention how truly amazing it really is. It goes so fast sometimes that I forget what is important to me.
…I forget to rest to rest in the moment
