Carrie Scott Huby

Panda , I received from father Christmas at my dad's works Christmas Party. What joy!  He's awe bare in places & recently had to re-attach his nose, plus make him a dashing re-claimed wool collar, also to keep his neck from wobbling!  But he's just as loved. He is languishing on my families welsh blanket heir loom.

  Studio:   new artist books & book art   for BELONG Installation at Westgate Chapel for Wakefield Artwalk on Wednesday 27th July 2016.   The book art is inspired by the 'Words Are Not Enough' collaboration I took part in earlier in the year. The audience were invited to take a boo/s away with them. I was instantly attracted to a book cover as it was a mirror image pictorial cover devoid of words. I loved it. And so it slowly evolved and transformed in my studio.   I have for as long as I can remember had an strong pull towards old, discarded things. Creatively I love the challenge of working with something a bit awkward, seeing the beauty.   The   military weapons belt I have had for many years, I thought it looked useful for when I was out sketching it could house my art materials... making peace not war!  

  Layering & binding on going narrations of 'nesting kindness' through the mediums of re-claimed animal welfare paper, print, hessian & local flock fleece. csh

  Print on reclaimed industrial felt     Getting work ready for solo exhibition as part of Wakefield Artwalk  27th July 2016 at Westgate Chapel, WF1. 

My Grandfather   stood on the right. I thought he was an old, old man. He was 22 when he fought at the Somme .  Unknown compatriot. Charred, blackened, decimated tree.     War.  ]WWI.   The above images are from Silent Witness, a seminal project which I began during Artist in Residence 2012.  From a young I have been intrigued by the photograph of my Grandfather. Being given little information about him. All I understood was that that he fought in the First World War, which as a small child seemed such a long time ago.  His face in the photograph has carried with me through my life.  My grandfather died when I was a few months old. Being mustard gassed in WW1 contributed to his death.       Somme 100 My Grandfather was a TA. My grandfather fought with the DLI. My grandfather was gassed. My grandfather was a stretcher bearer. My grandfather was buried alive for...

    Shakespeare Sonnet   Artist Book Re-claimed wool yarn hand knitted & felted, original watercolour on handmade paper, text. I love the visual language of repeating text over & over allowing it to form its own rhythm whilst becoming abstract in meaning. Shakespeare Sonnet   From you I have been absent in the spring                                                                    When proud-pied April, dressed all in his trim Hath put a spirit of youth in everything The heavy Saturn laughed and leaped with him, Yet not the lays of birds nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odou...

  Shoddy Nests, hand shredded wool yarn making a fine shoddy laid on Re-claimed Batley Industrial Hessian         Shoddy - Nests Artist Books hand felted with West Yorkshire Fleece, some with Batley hessian, hand block printed books, text.   Photograph courtesy of Mat Dale.         Shoddy pop-up Exhibition Carrie Scott Huby Exhibiting and delivering Shoddy workshop Batley Vintage Day Saturday 28 th May 2016 Batley Library & Art Gallery   Shoddy Exhibition & Workshop Admission FREE   Shoddy is the name for new cloth made from woollen waste and recycled fabric. This original meaning is now largely unknown, and the word has come to mean of inferior quality, shabby or broken down. This is the starting point for an exhibition by disabled artists working with woollen or other yarns and fabrics, or recycled and reused textile materials. We are challenging i...