‘On the Green Edge’ Laura Dutton, Sylvia Wadsley and Emma Yorke

Tuesday 22nd April - Sunday 27th April

The Setting Gallery and the Plot café, Three Storeys, Nailsworth, GL6 0JE

Open Tuesday to Saturday 10am to 4pm, Sunday 10am to 3pm.

Featuring the work of three artists connected through their deep commitment to the natural environment and concerns for its fragility.

Laura Dutton

Laura Dutton  - I work in glass and make sculptures which are inspired by wonderful natural forms. My work is about our connection to nature and other organisms.

The Green Edge is a place of duality. It is a between place that holds peace and unrest, beauty and ugliness. It is a place of wildness, danger and wonderful potential. My work shines a light on organisms and ways of being that exist in the margins and edges of our consciousness, the mysterious, the unseen, the unnoticed, the vital.  

Sylvia Wadsley

Sylvia Wadsley - Landscape painting helps me to reflect on my relationship with nature. I explore the invisible thread which connects us to the natural world and how this thread is fragile and easily broken.

For me, the green edge symbolises a boundary which separates us from nature. We live urban lives on the edge of the green wild. Our view of landscapes is often mediated by screens which further alienates us. My most recent paintings aim to re-enchant landscape. They invite the viewer to step over the green edge and enter a liminal space.

Emma Yorke

Emma Yorke - Informed by narratives of change and the instability of memory, my work develops in response to well-loved landscapes, considering what is lost (and what remains) over the passage of time.

 I work with a cross-disciplinary practice, increasingly concerned with notions of grief, care and repair as our ecological framework continues to unravel.  I experience the green edge as a space to encounter both joy and sorrow in our interrelationship with ‘nature’, recognising that, as Francis Weller writes, ‘We must restore the healing ground of grief. We must find the courage, once again, to walk its wild edge.’