View through the lamproom window of the lighthouse at Spurn Point. Looking to the north (east) of Spurn Point.
We visited Spurn Point yesterday, to see Alice Fox's textile (and print) exhibition 'Textures of Spurn', on show at the Lighthouse. It was an opportunity to not only see the work (I've been following her artist-in-residence blog) but also to go inside the lighthouse, which is no longer in use.
Despite the weather; cold, windy, cloudy, with occasional rain; the views were fantastic, and the shape of the spit of land was made visible.
The clouds were dark and threatening; the wind hummed through the telegraph wires like an Aeolian harp; the sea boomed and crashed.
It was an elemental place, and we were scrubbed clean by the sand blown across our bodies; faces and hands, scoured. I returned home with sand in my hair; dishevelled.
We walked the 3.5 miles from the car park, down to the lighthouse. Walked the steps up (and down) the lighthouse. Then walked the 3.5 miles back to the car.
It was an exhilarating walk. A walk of memories, of previous visits to Spurn. And worth the walk, to climb the lighthouse steps, and see Alice's artworks.
Another view of the lamproom textile piece, 'Spurn Cloth #1' by Alice Fox.
'Spurn Cloth #2' by Alice Fox. Hanging down two floors of the lighthouse space, at Spurn.
You can see Alice's blog, which tells the story of her residency, at www.spurnpointartistinresidence.blogspot.co.uk