Dónall and I had had experience of reading in art markets and open air festivals, so we were ready for a day in which we would struggle a bit to be heard, let alone listened to! But we knew there would be a good microphone, because our performances were alternating with musical acts curated by the Boileroom.
The apse above the main altar glowed with gold and colour, cut off from the commerce by gilded iron rails and screen. To one side, George Abbot lay in effigy, garlanded in temporary scaffolding by restorers. We and the Boileroom musicians had the steps up to the sanctuary as our performance platform.
At 3.30 we announced the winner, Iona Mackenzie Laycock, a stall-holder, who wrote about the process by which she sometimes makes her textle art, using the elements to shape and form natural materials. Her website is at www.iona-art.com
Made By Water, Hand and Wind
by Iona Mackenzie Laycock (Winner)
From the flock of sheep that graze the shore
Comes the fleece
Washed in the burn
And dried in the south west wind.
Inspired by the mountains that sweep down to the loch
I draw with twigs, stone, rope, using wet peat
A stitch, a mark, the ridge of Ben Hope
My work is done
And returned to the burn that flows from mountain to loch.
As the sun rises rediscovery
Shaped by the water of the night,
Hung on a dyke to dry
Made by hand, water and wind.