I'm having an actual (NOT virtual) exhibition, opening this month in Dallas, Texas. With everything in Europe so thoroughly locked down, I am feeling very, very lucky. This slideshow shows some of the works on show. Details of the exhibition and opening event are below.
Kevin, Wishes & Charms
WHERE: Ro2 Art in The Cedars 1501 S. Ervay St. Dallas TX, 75215
WHEN: April 17 - May 15, 2021
OPENING RECEPTION: Saturday, April 17, 2021, 12-8pm
Ro2 will be hosting limited entry opening reception, reserve your FREE ticket via Eventbrite: RSVP
Natalie Sirett is a British artist trained in academic painting and printmaking. Her newest body of work is informed by the survival of her own body, now in remission after undergoing ten months of treatment for cancer. Sirett hand embroidered over fifty antique handkerchiefs as she processed coming to terms with her own mortality.
The intimacy of these textiles; square patches of fabric that hold joy, uncertainty, sadness, loss, happiness and hope, are a compelling choice of substrate for the artist’s words to exist on. The images take shape on a background of memory, pierced, looped, and needle-worked into Sirett’s compositions. These fiber art pieces, as well as several assemblage sculptures have never before been exhibited.
Sharing Rebecca Elson's Antidotes to Fear of Death because a vision of the vastness of time and space knocks me out of myself and into an appreciation of LIFE; a much-needed tonic on days like these. Happy New Year!
Antidotes to Fear of Death
Sometimes as an antidote
To fear of death,
I eat the stars.
Those nights, lying on my back,
I suck them from the quenching dark
Til they are all, all inside me,
Pepper hot and sharp.
Sometimes, instead, I stir myself
Into a universe still young,
Still warm as blood:
No outer space, just space,
The light of all the not yet stars
Drifting like a bright mist,
And all of us, and everything
But unconstrained by form.
And sometime it’s enough
To lie down here on earth
Beside our long ancestral bones:
To walk across the cobble fields
Of our discarded skulls,
Each like a treasure, like a chrysalis,
Thinking: whatever left these husks
Flew off on bright wings.
It is possibly unfair to have christened my carcinoma Kevin. I’m sure there are many delightful and honourable Kevins in this world, but when I was first diagnosed with cancer, my terrified brain could not get close to imagining this thing inside me, which, unless it was dealt with, would eventually kill me. I took to calling this 48mm triple negative carcinoma Kevin because, as Lionel Shriver’s novel states, ‘We Need to Talk about Kevin’. This new series of artworks K is for Kevin documents the experience of addressing Kevin. Each phrase embroidered on handkerchiefs is taken from my steroid-fuelled chemo diaries. Together these pieces tell the story of Kevin’s demise in 54 chapters.
Here's some news on 2020 projects:
MEDUSA & her SISTERS
Limited ed artist book & poetry anthology
For publications & prints go to:
'Entering into Natalie Sirett's world is like meeting oneself in a universe subject to completely different rules of recollection. The work is delicate and brutal, sensitive with a bite. Subsequently, one's memory of her storytelling is always full of colour.'
Libby Anson Editor, Arts Writer, Author The A to Z of Art