This exhibition was live in the Audacious Women Online Gallery during October 2021, and part of Borrowed Time hosted by art.earth in 2022.
I am delighted that the Walking Artists Network have published a blog about this project here.
During the first Covid-19 period of Spring – Summer 2020, I walked and collected feathers. This collection has grown into a mixed media project called Clipp’d Wings. It is about feeling restricted, wishing we could fly, and it asks questions about travelling in these times of Climate Emergency.
The severe travel limitations imposed by the governments around the world affected many of us from March onwards, and I had received a number of foreign invitations to lead and co-create Shiatsu projects on death and life. Although I had booked a flight to go to Athens, I planned to return home overland: walking and meeting with people in seven countries including Macedonia, Serbia and Hungary. Later, my events in France and Portugal would have involved journeying across Spain on foot and by bus. None of these have yet taken place, maybe they never will.
As someone who has been travelling in Europe extensively during the past four years, this period was really very different. I usually live in Scotland, by the sea, where flocks of gulls and oyster catchers wheel and glide over the harbour, crying and peeping as they settle and paddle on the shore. By contrast, the part of Kent where I was living then is landlocked and I was only able to visit the beach once in five months.
Many of the feathers I picked up were from pigeons, birds which the Persians, Romans and Greeks used to convey messages. These post pigeons were taken in cages (not planes) to where the sender lived, had a message attached to their legs, and were then released to fly home – something they did naturally.
I was surrounded by birds in Kent: white doves flew above the garden in great circles, repeatedly returning to their attic homes nearby, herons glided along the River Medway, and thrushes and blackbirds pecked outside the window. When I walked in the early evenings, the air was full of the cacophony of rooks, congregating and preparing for night time. Pheasants ran in and out of copses as I explored the public footpaths, and swans sailed along the River Beault, elegantly oblivious to my admiration.
In Clipp’d Wings, I have been asking people – on Twitter (obviously! @WalkNoDonkey) – to complete this message:
If I had wings, I would…
Perhaps you might like to shut your eyes and dream of a place you could go if you had wings, be transported somewhere for a moment. Hosts of others sent me theirs and the internet carried them home to me. I wrote them down on tiny pieces of paper, folded, rolled and made them into tiny scrolls which now encircle the shaft of a feather - an agent, a symbol, of flight.
A Flight of Collective Fancy
Through the ages and in divers cultures, feathers have symbolised spirituality, prayers, wisdom and truth. They were, and are, worn as part of ceremonial headdresses. Feathers have been used to flee reality, as transport to other realms, and to weigh against the human heart to see if it was ‘as light as a feather’ and therefore full only of goodness. The feathers in this exhibition were gathered together in response to the frustration of lockdown in a flight of collective fancy.
While walking around the lanes of Kent, I came across a number of dovecotes. These avian homes have always inspired me, from the circular Corstorphine dovecote in Edinburgh which gave its name to the tapestry workshop and gallery in Infirmary Street, to the beehive structured Dunure doocot in South Ayrshire. Pigeon and dove families would each have their own wee cubby or pigeon-hole to nest in. Mine is a model, a type of display case for the feathers.
Write me a message if you would like to complete the sentence above and put it in the comments box below - ‘If I had wings, I would……’.
The photos and concept of Clipp’d Wings is copyright Tamsin Grainger and should not be reproduced in whole or in part without permission. Thank you for your respect in this matter.