An excerpt from Alfred Tennyson's The Lady of Shalott (1832):
His broad clear brow in sunlight glow’d
On burnish’d hooves his war-horse trode;
From underneath his helmet flow’d
His coal-black curls as on he rode,
As he rode down from camelot.
From the bank and from the river
He flash’d into the crystal mirror,
‘Tirra lirra, tirra lirra:’
Sang Sir Lancelot.
She left the web, she left the loom
She made three paces thro’ the room
She saw the water-flower bloom,
She saw the helmet and the plume,
She look’d down to Camelot.
Out flew the web and floated wide;
The mirror crack’d from side to side:
‘The curse is come upon me,’ cried
The Lady of Shalott.
Tirra Lirra; This Curse Has Come Upon Me, was my first solo exhibition at the Anna Leonowens Gallery in Halifax, (NS.). This exhibition was a ceramic instillation exploring themes of personal loss and memory. By using ceramic tulips and the historical tulipiere, as symbols, I have embedded them with personal narrative and commemorative sentiments. Also, I am fascinated with historical ceramic objects, like the tulipiere, that have now become obsolete. In Tirra Lirra, I have explored a contemporary context for these sculptural vessels by creating a personal purpose while also showcasing the tulipiere’s intended function.
Photo Credit to Haley MacPhee-Fresia