London: Jonathan Cape, c2015.
352 p.
I first heard about this book in the bibliography of a craft
book I was studying, and thought it sounded intriguing enough to track down via
Interlibrary Loan. It delivered, though not in the way I was first expecting.
It is a delicate biography, mostly because it isn't one at
all. The author decides to write about this intriguing character, John Craske
(b1881, d1943) but finds that there isn't all that much to discover. The book
is about more than Craske himself; it's also about her search for him -- the
places she goes to do her research, the people she encounters along the way,
related to Craske or not, and her own life story is inextricably linked to the
narrative, as her husband dies during the course of her writing this book.
It is fascinating and absorbing reading.
John Craske himself, the backbone of the book, was an
English fisherman from Norfolk who suffered from an undiagnosed disease (they
think now it may have been some kind of diabetes). He would fall into long
periods of invalidism, in which he seemed not to be in the world at all. His
wife encouraged him to paint in order to engage with the world, and feel as if
he was on the open seas again, which he missed. Visitors noted that all the
surfaces of their house were covered with paintings propped up, and even painted
right onto the doors and windowsills. When John became too ill to be able to
paint, his wife set him onto embroidery, which he could do from his bed.
His embroideries were fresh and unique; he used his painting
techniques to make embroidered images of the seascapes he loved. As a stitcher
myself I could see how these were unusual for the time, being freeform and
individual. He uses his wools and threads to indicate wind, waves, grasses, and
more; the movement in his stitching is extraordinary. He was working on a huge
panel depicting Dunkirk when he died, leaving only a square of the sky undone.
Blackburn examines not only his life history and the ways in
which he turned to painting and then embroidery, but also what happened to his
works after he'd died, and the ways in which his reputation was both made and
forgotten. Integral to his brief popularity were the writers Sylvia Townsend
Warner and Valentine Ackland, who discovered him in his small village, and
championed his art after that -- partly out of admiration and partly out of a
feeling that he and his wife really needed some financial support.
Blackburn also visits a couple of small regional museums and
institutions that hold a few of Craske's remaining works, finding them poorly
stored, not exhibited, or shown a lot of care. They seem to treat them as the
output of a local artisan, not worth too much attention. I hope that this book
can at least inspire those places to preserve Craske's work for the future;
they are original, with a individual viewpoint.
The book as a whole feels wild and windy, with a lot of open
spaces to think and ponder. One of the things John Craske said about being out
on the ocean in a small boat was that it made you feel like a small bit of the
world; this book's wide-ranging interest and narrative structure also makes
you, the reader, feel like one small point in a huge tapestry of life. This was
a wonderful, rambling discovery.
(first posted at The Indextrious Reader)
Hi Melanie, This book sounds intriguing! There are actually two copies in the libraries around my state, so I have put a hold on a copy.
ReplyDeleteJust looking at the cover - I find it amazing that somebody could do this in thread, when they have not spent years practising, having the odd class, and just generally being immersed in thread activities. Which I guess, just goes to show that there are people who just 'see' what has to be done to capture the feeling of movement and the environment. You can see the the water moving, imagine the sandy shore with the lumps and bumps and a worn track through it. I struggle to even 'copy' such works (with very clear instructions), but to do a design of my own I can't imagine. Any tapestry I have attempted have been with lots of directions. Obviously the skills of painting, to a skilled artist, are very similar to drawing with thread, and it is still possible to get a bit of a fluid appearance. I will look forward to reading his story.
What a lovely way to start a Saturday morning - a cup of coffee and a book review!
Glad it interests you! Yes, he seemed to be a natural -- took his painting and just translated it right into thread. Apparently his wife taught him the basics. This biography is bits of him interspersed with other essay bits but I hope you will enjoy the free form of it. I found it fascinating.
DeleteThis sounds like a very interesting read. Thanks for the recommendation, Melanie.
ReplyDeleteIt was really unusual, and I'm glad I stumbled upon it!
DeleteI am still slowly reading this book. It is a 'slow' book, not a fast read and a lot to take in. It intrigues me a book can be published with so little actual information about somebody who is not all that well known. And yet, here in Tasmania, in my local library there are two copies!! There aren't even two copies of best sellers most of the time.
ReplyDeleteBut I am enjoying it. Slowly.
Yes, isn't it interesting that there is this whole book about a person whose life could probably have been contained in a pamphlet? I was fascinated by how she put this together. Amazing that there were two copies in your library - none in mine, I had to interloan it!
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