04/06/2018
Hello,
It has been a long time since I last wrote and I am sorry for that. 2017 was an awful year and I simply fell off the social calendar ,my life was put on hold as I dealt with the fact that my mother was diagnosed with terminal cancer and nursed her through the transition for her last nine months. It was an awful time in many respects, but also a privilege.
Our mothers are responsible for bringing us into this world and do their best to care for us throughout life’s many trials, heartbreak, disappointments, divorce, illness....everything that you think as a child will break your world apart.
But then, the tables turn and suddenly you have to be the grown up. The person you have relied on as your emotional support, to make you feel better and wipe away your tears suddenly becomes vulnerable and scared, mortal, and it is now your turn to step up and be the support they need. To give back all the love , make them feel supported and ease them through the most difficult time you will both have to face.....it becomes time to grow up and let them go.
She died in January and I miss her every day but I am glad I was able to be there for her and am so thankful for all the support that was given to me by my friends and colleagues over that time and still to this day.
So, it has felt like a very long , dark winter and I am truly grateful to feel the sun once again on my face. The garden has gone wild as I have not had time to tend it, but that has resulted in a burgeoning of birds moving into every hedge, climbing shrub, tree and gap in the guttering where they are now busy raising noisy broods. I am awoken every morning between 4&5am with an absolute cacophony of tiered birdsong outside my windows and spend many hours standing at the kitchen sink watching the blackbirds who have boldly chosen to raise a family just to the left of the window in a nest precariously sited in the dense clematis my mum bought me because she liked the name “freckles”, which I planted five years ago to grow up the back of the house.....I always hated my freckles as a child and tried many “cures” including a lot of lemon juice which I used to rub into my face in an attempt to bleach them away, I have long since learnt to love them and as I have got older they have merely multiplied anyway so resistance would be futile.
So, things , like the weather have started to improve. I am now back at work, have a studio full of new and exciting projects which my long-suffering clients have been good enough to continue to provide me with , business is doing well again and Fire and Form are opening their doors again and forging forwards. In March we ran our first workshop of the year, a special three day course for the Conservation department of the Wallace Collection. My old boss and his team,who came to us for a skills top-up and to flex their bench skills and learn a few more tricks of the trade. We had a lot of fun playing with different casting techniques, we used cuttlefish, aeroply, centrifugal casting, had a go at different types of mould making and casting materials and making masters. I cooked some amazing food and the sun shone down on us all in the beautiful gardens that Chris had tended, the peacocks were vocal and everyone went away having learnt something new.
It is good to get back into the swing of things and to feel the pull of life again. If you are interested in joining us for a course or have a project you think we could help you with, please feel free to get in touch. I am not posting firm course dates, I will see what people want and will build a course around peoples needs. We have a metals workshop, a wood working studio, a design space and a conservation studio being built so I can transfer some more of my conservation work up to Sandy. So if you are interested in metals, silversmithing, restoration , casting, mould making or need help bringing to life a project you have in mind, get in touch and we will see if we can help.
Enjoy the weather, take time to see the world around you and make the most of those you love.
Will post again soon
Deborah