
Silk (2016)
This work started as an old needlepoint completed by an unknown sewer, that I unpicked, leaving only these trees intact. It was a way for me to look at the stage without the players.
Investigating the life of things across space and time
This work started as an old needlepoint completed by an unknown sewer, that I unpicked, leaving only these trees intact. It was a way for me to look at the stage without the players.
Installation of glitches in landscape. Tiny fragments of tapestry are scaled up to monumental proportions, creating a pixelated, textural environment. This is a space where the real and the not-real exist together. Visitors are invited to read from books of interconnected short stories and inhabit this world.
There was something wrong with the sea. The waves were oily and green and forest-filled, like the kelp had been ripped from its leathery footholds by a far away storm and carried here by the currents. A thick tangle of tentacles and skeins spread across the water holding bulging sacs that popped open as they reached the surface and spewed hundreds of bugs onto the undulating skin.
The crowd watches as she walks forward and unthreads a pale rose. Its thornless stem, shaven into meek concave depressions, fits her fingers.
Sarah Gillett is an artist and writer from Lancashire, UK.
She currently lives in London.