We went to the Sculpture Gardens at Broomhill Art Hotel. We stepped into a steep green woodland setting, absorbed the scent of soft fresh air and a hint of rain which just held off. I was glad it was like this because I knew bright sunshine through waving branches and foliage would create crazy shadows in any photographs I might take. Not that I ended up by taking anything other than quick snapshots: fleeting moments, movement through the trees, brief flashes of sunlight, blurred impressions of people and sculptures floating in and out of vision.
I was also aware how the static sculptures made points of focus, and somehow heightened my awareness of movement and sounds all around. Birds, leaves, butterflies, water running in the stream, splashing over stones, rippling with fine rain. Distant glimpses of colour and form, movement, snatches of birdsong , rustling sounds and muffled voices all filled and animated the lush green woods. This was an interlude – a transition between one story and another.
It was a kind of browsing time, absorbing experiences and impressions that, for some of us, may well emerge in some future piece of work. Walking slowly, talking quietly, we slipped our minds out of gear, pausing at each point of interest, letting our memories and fantasies play freely.
This beautiful piece swirled and glided slowly in the stream perfectly harmonising with the mood of the day. Other than this, I have not focused on the sculptures as such, as I wanted to convey my experience.
Afterwards we visited the Opening of the delightful North Devon Arts Square Picture Show, flitting from picture to picture like bees, sipping a little bit here and a little bit there. The gallery gradually filled up with people, becoming more and more crowded – and eventually became too hot and noisy for me. I stepped out into the air and into the hotel, where I sank into an enormous comfy armchair, joining Anne and Pauline for afternoon tea. Yes – decidedly another grand day out!