Root and Branch

Here are some photos of the first iteration of  the ‘new work’. Hoping to do more this week if I can find the time… and if we get some decent weather!

I am planning to make a continuing project, titled: Root and Branch: Earth and Sky. Please take a look at my Page above, called ‘The Balance of Nature’. I think it should give an idea of some of my thinking behind the artworks.

Wishing you Happy Wandering!

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New Work on its Way

I have started a new piece of work – sparked off by some photos of branches against blue sky that I took in the woods last week. I seem to be returning to an old  theme of mine: that life is  all one.

I have often made symbolic connections between earth and sky, as a way of suggesting this unity – and looking through my old photos of previous projects, I have surprised myself to see just how often this earth/sky preoccupation has cropped up over the years.

Here’s a few of those previous works that you might like. Different places, different times, same theme.

My new piece is planned for Bucks Valley Woods. It feels important to start making it right now – so that it is not just about the woods – but it is time-specific too. The branches are still bare, but new green leaves are just about to burst forth. Spring is definitely on its way. And if I made it in a few months’ time, the work would just be about a memory: not about life here and now.

So I figured out the practicalities, sent off for a new cartridge for my printer, and spent a happy afternoon today, cutting up paper. I am using whatever I have to hand: paper of the right weight, left over from a previous project; and old brown paper packaging that I couldn’t bear to throw away, for the supporting underlay.

I like that my materials are all recycled, because… well, that is the nature of life. And I like that they are all derived from trees. However, I don’t yet know whether the work will be any good when I have actually finished it…

I will keep you posted!

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A Reality Check by the River – reblogged from Artist at Exit 0

Time for sober reflection now that I have recovered from my first numbed shock at the recent election results in USA.

It is difficult to sort out my feelings because most of my information has come through the distorting filters of the media. So I was gratified a few days ago to read a post from a long-time blogging friend, artist Al Gorman: someone living in America, whose work and ethic I respect. Like me, he considers the condition of our natural environment to be probably the most crucially important issue facing us today – yet our politicians seem to be blissfully unaware of the basic realities of life.

Al creates the wonderful Artist at Exit 0 Riverblog: art and images from the Falls of the Ohio. I highly recommend spending some time exploring his fascinating world along the banks of the Ohio.

For now, let me share this recent post of his with you:

Artist at Exit 0 Riverblog


Well, the season for grand political theatre is almost over.  I’m feeling like most of the country who are so tired of the divisiveness that has defined this overly long election. Certainly, a major disappointment is the lack of any real environmental dialogue or engagement from either of the parties.  Three national debates…and hardly a mention of climate change at all.  We were much more preoccupied by Hillary’s emails than we are the fact that carbon dioxide in the atmosphere passed a historic and negative 400 parts per million this year for the very first time ever!  We have no idea what this will ultimately mean.  We believe that this can’t be a good thing, but we are willing to take the chance?  Do facts matter and are we close to a point where it won’t make much of a difference what we think and feel?  Nature has her own…

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Artist’s Diary: just another day by the estuary


I had parked myself in one of the places along this stretch of the River Torridge, where, years ago,  boats were scrapped and stripped, and left to disintegrate.

I was planning to make some ephemeral work here, relating to the cliff face and the trees on top that were now shedding their autumn leaves. I thought: just before I start, I’ll take a few photos of those old wrecked boats I see along the edge of the water, that are now collapsing and sinking into the mud.  All went well as I skirted anti-clockwise around the perimeter of the vessels, getting so carried away in my enthusiasm that I forgot to pay attention to the ground underfoot. Until the time I looked up from the viewfinder and realised both feet were well and truly stuck in the estuary mud. This was not a good moment.

Here’s a photo taken from the very spot where I got stuck.

Torridge estuary, Northam

I do tend to get a bit messy when out in nature, but this time I surpassed myself by getting fairly well-covered from top to toe with a mix of biscuit coloured, but mostly black slimy estuary mud.  I don’t know how this happened, as I had been concentrating hard on hanging on to one of the boats, and struggling to reach terra firma without losing boots, camera or myself. Fortunately, I always carry rags etc. around with me when outdoors.

But by the time I had staggered back to my perch on the rocks, and cleaned up my hands and arms; cleaned black slime from all the way up the monopod – (I had used it as a walking stick to help heave myself out of the mud); spat on the camera and wiped it over very gently with tissue; slithered across the beach on my slime-covered boots, to find a tiny stream where I could stamp around and dislodge some of it…  by the time I had done all this, I’d lost all appetite for my original artwork plan, and I hadn’t got the photos I wanted either…

So I embarked on the long walk home, and was glad I didn’t meet anyone I knew.

Moral: Some people get sillier the older they get!

Here’s a few that I did manage to take. I very much like the way the old boats, as they submerge, are gradually becoming indistinguishable from the surrounding beach and cliffs.

PS Undaunted, I went back to the estuary the following day, and made the work. You can see the result on my Facebook Page (Linda Gordon).

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Fleeting Moments in the October Woods

Arriving in Bucks Valley Woods, I switch off the car engine, and relax. Each time I come here, I notice changes. It all seems to happen so quickly. Particularly at this time of year, the autumn season, it seems even more noticeable. I have been trying to record the changes in leaf colour with photography over the last couple of months, but it hasn’t worked out very well. It doesn’t do justice to the subtle,  infinitely complex movement of life.


Bucks Valley Woods

Here’s a couple of the photos taken two weeks apart (back on 26 Aug and 8 Sep). Probably the differences can mostly be put down to differing light conditions, though it is possible to see the more exposed branches and twigs in the second photo.

I have watched the changing weather and clouds moving across the sky, and felt the warm summer air give way to a new chill wafting through the trees. Every now and then, a gust of wind up high sends a flurry of leaves floating down around me like snow. Wasn’t able to photograph this very well either!

In September, I enjoyed wading in the stream amidst bright sunlight and shifting  shadow. I made a few small land art pieces with the stones strewn along its length, and would have made more, but the water level suddenly rose after a couple of rainy days, coming well above the height of my boots. I didn’t fancy this very much.

Beyond the steep hillside I was amazed how the sun appeared to take a lower and lower arc every day. Sometimes it disappeared behind dense woodland and emerged somewhere different an hour or two later. It was almost impossible to forecast where shadows and light would fall from one day to the next – or even from one hour to the next.

Bucks Valley Woods

So I was fortunate the sun appeared in a gap between the trees, just as I was photographing the work shown above – throwing a vivid green reflection down from the trees above, right down into its centre.

This month, October, I found scattered Rowan berries along the path. I put them in a little bag, whilst I decided what to do with them. Next day, I found a lot of them had gone brown. Oh no! I hurried to one of my favourite making spots and  assembled this bright little piece with the best ones. Then I hurried back to the place I’d found them, where luckily I found some more berries had fallen – and was able to complete the work.

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It sometimes feels weird to think that not many years ago, I was making massive outdoor sculptural installations requiring diggers and fork lift trucks. Nowadays I seem to have gone to the opposite extreme – in terms of scale, at any rate. I tell myself it is because I am at a different point in my life cycle, though really I haven’t a clue what is going on.

Round about where I made the Rowan piece, I noticed hundreds of spiky little Sweet Chestnut seed cases, falling down all around with a thud. Walking up the track a little, I noticed  hundreds more lying on the ground. Of course, I had to pick them up and put them into bags…

I carried a load around with me literally for hours, without finding the ideal place to make anything. I did not want to go too far away from the place where I had found them.

Next day, fed up with wandering, I decided there was nothing for it but to make a large circle, which I placed right in the middle of the wide woodland track, and where I could get a good photo viewpoint.  I made an impromptu broom with twigs, and swept chestnut tree leaves all around it – decided it looked rubbish, and swept them all back where they had come from.

I wasn’t too sure about this piece of work, and that night as I lay in bed, I decided it was too intrusive. So I came back the next day with my daughter’s dog, and swept it all away.

But I did take a couple of photos…


My working processes are about this place, and the fleeting ever-changing nature of life and its seasons. What remains here in the woods, always, is the pervading sound of water rushing over stone, and the wind rustling the leaves high up in the trees.

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Essential Nature Walk along the Taw estuary at Fremington Quay

A quiet and peaceful morning walking in congenial company.

It is hard to believe that just a generation or two back,  Fremington Quay was the busiest port between Bristol and Land’s End, largely importing coal and exporting ball clay. Not to mention the clay works and the  famous pottery that was exported around the world. With the presence of the railway running along what is now the Tarka Trail, and also lime-burning kilns and an abattoir, this must have been a far from ideal place to live.

Today, despite endlessly-encroaching modern developments, there is an air of peace and tranquillity. The area is a haven for wildlife and  for those who come seeking a breathing space, away from the noise and stress of everyday life.

There were a number of choices of route for our walk. We decided against exploring the Gaia Trust’s Home Farm Marsh Nature Reserve  because of long wet grass and lots of mud at this time of year – plus access to the beach was limited because of high tide. We also decided we didn’t want to run the gauntlet of dog walkers and cyclists by following the Tarka Trail to the RSPB Bird Reserve at Isley Marsh a little way further along.

Instead we headed in the opposite direction, along the beach towards Barnstaple to Penhill Point, then round towards Barnstaple’s ‘New Bridge’, that we could see in the distance. It was such a beautiful mild early autumn day – with the River Taw running by our side, the gentle green Devon fields stretching all around us and the wide expanse of sky up above… feeling safe.

It was, what I suppose could be called ‘slow walking’, by which I don’t mean shuffling along in a semi-comatose state – but gradually relaxing and becoming more and more observant and attentive to the details of life all around – the skeleton of an old abandoned boat,  the crumbling, ruined stone lime kiln, the wild plants and trees, and soft sandstone boulders with rough edges worn smooth, softened by aeons of time and tide. Over time, the river had gradually eroded grooves in these boulders, leaving a residue of silt and river mud running over the surfaces in streams – large three-dimensional mud drawings created by the forces of nature.

I think we were all inspired to further creative activity – each in our own way.

The two pictures above are by Fiona Gibbon.

The ones higher up are taken from my own particular perspective as a sculptor/ land artist. I could have spent the whole day playing around with the natural materials we found lying around: driftwood, pebbles of all colours ground small by a thousand tides, grasses, seaweed, leaves, clay and stone. But I tucked my observations away in my head, and I shall come back!

Please contact me if you would like to know more about Essential Nature and our monthly walks. You can use the Comment box, or reach me via the usual social media sites or my own website (

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Looking Back: Little Views

The Cabin, Bucks Mills, North Devon

The Cabin, Bucks Mills, North Devon.

For this artist’s residency, having no specific outcome required of me, I was able to respond and explore the Cabin and its surroundings in depth – recording my findings with written notes, quick sketches, photographs  and some small, short-lived  land art pieces – the beginnings of future developments.

Some of the pictures have captions. If you click on the thumbnails below, you can read the captions in full – as well as seeing bigger pictures.




Seaweed, rocks, limpets, water, sky:  I  like to collaborate with nature, so that it is sometimes difficult to distinguish between nature’s expression and my own.





 As you see, I was slowly becoming merged with the place.



More about the Cabin can be seen on my two most recent posts, and on Time Present and Time Past, written a few years ago. 


Me outside the Cabin door.

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Arrival at the Cabin

Here’s a very short extract from the notes and jottings that I have been keeping daily during my time at the Cabin.  This is my first day, my first moments in situ.

Since then my experiences and impressions of the place have been intense and fascinating – and I will post more extracts when I can manage to pull all my notes together!

Mon 18th- settling in

I turned the key in the lock, pushed open the door And felt relief, as a sense of “home” washed over me

Scented with a faint musty aroma.
Even though I was aware of stepping into a place of arrested disintegration,
the sense of home persisted.

It felt like stepping into a hidden time capsule: fixed in a past era.
Yet homeliness prevailed.

I set about getting organised:  it took me longer to settle in than I had anticipated.

To begin with, it was a little un-nerving,
hearing unusual sounds outside (people, families passing
Occasionally some would wander into the garden or push at the door.


the Cabin, Bucks Mills, North Devon. artist Linda Gordon


Sitting at the table,

I pondered upon thoughts of Time and Home…

I pushed open the little window

And allowed the slow rhythm of the ocean

To fill the room



Upstairs I found a beautiful butterfly, obviously just dead, lying on the floor.

the Cabin, Bucks Mills, North Devon - resident artist Linda Gordon


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The Cabin: Shadows and Little Views

Memory is strange. Sometimes we remember an event or situation, and after years of being convinced of its truth, we suddenly realise it never actually happened – or not as we thought, anyway. Or something that did happen might completely disappear from our minds, until one day something triggers that memory in vivid detail.

Bucks Mills Cabin
I remembered I had visited the Cabin at Bucks Mills before, on two occasions actually, but couldn’t quite recall the felt experience – or indeed why I had even gone there in the first place.

It was only after several days had passed that I remembered I’d written a previous blog post about a visit to the Cabin – over four years ago!  On reading the post again, the whole experience came back to me, and I was amazed to find I felt almost the same about the place as I had then.  Here’s a link to that post, with more details and pictures.

The Cabin is a tiny two-roomed old stone cottage, perched on the rocky cliffs overlooking Bideford Bay and the Atlantic, against a background of steep-sided, wooded valleys and hills.  The landscape, the light and the expansive views out to sea are stunningly beautiful.

I understand that at one time the Cabin was known as Lookout Cottage, and probably used as a fishermen’s store.Then from the 1920’s to the early ’70’s, it was used as a summer studio by two artists: Judith Ackland and Mary Stella Edwards, who came every year to work and to enjoy the breath-taking views of sea and sky. Eventually Judith died, and Mary never came back. Everything in the building remained exactly as they had left it, meaning to return.

Bucks Mills
Today the Cabin is owned by the National Trust, looking still pretty well as the artists left it over 40 years ago. It is here that I shall be having a two-week artist’s residency, starting in a couple of weeks’ time.

I can totally see why the place held such appeal for the two artists, though I didn’t want to get too caught up in the weight of the Cabin’s histories. I am, in fact, more interested in using the building as a focal point and home base for creatively exploring the surrounding landscape – just as the artists Judith and Mary had done.

However, as I stepped over the threshold on my preliminary visit last week, I felt the hairs on my forearms tingle as I walked into an atmosphere of simple domestic warmth, reminiscent of my long-dead Granny’s kitchen… the old cast iron stove; the earthenware pots and jars and candlesticks amongst the utensils; the floral patterned china displayed on shelves, almost every one of which I recognised from some long-forgotten dream of home.
Cabin interior

Upstairs was an old iron bedstead, covered neatly with a white cotton counterpane, a cast iron fireplace, and basic cupboard space for linen and clothing… a mirror propped against the wall, a large water jug, and another, smaller cupboard just big enough to hold a wash basin. Tiny windows looking out to sea. Memories.


Standing in the upstairs room looking out through the tiny windows, Justin, from the National Trust, who was showing me round, spoke of ‘shadows and little views’, and I instantly knew this was going to be the theme for my residency.

Here’s that earlier post link again

A little about Bucks Mills and the Cabin

And a little about the two artists, Judith and Mary

And information about the National Trust ‘Meet the Artist‘ days.

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The Fight for Beauty

Given that I normally adhere to the ‘blue moon’ system of blogging, readers will be surprised to see that I have not only posted this week as well as last… but also, today, I am offering this reblog from Adrian Colston of ‘A Dartmoor and Devon Blog. I have never reblogged before – it must be Spring, or maybe It’s because I consider this to be such a vitally important topic for all of us.

A Dartmoor blog

Fiona Reynolds, the former Director General of the National Trust has just published her first book, The Fight for Beauty – our path to a better future.

“We live in a world where the drive for economic growth is crowding out everything that can’t be given a monetary value. We’re stuck on a treadmill where only material things in life gain traction and it’s getting harder to find space for the things that really matter but money can’t buy, including our future.”

The fight for beauty

This is a powerful book which reviews the history of beauty, aesthetics, landscape, countryside, nature conservation, farming and urbanisation. It then sets out how we can move forwards.

The book has chapters on the battle for National Parks, how nature and the wider countryside lost out, how farming made and destroyed beauty, the battles of trees and woodlands, the success story of the coast, cultural heritage and the battles around urbanisation…

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