An introduction by a friend.

Last Winter, while walking and talking, Georgiana introduced me to the Welsh word ‘Hiraeth’. Untranslatable, it refers to a specific longing for a place. For Georgiana, I think this is an internal space that that is only reachable with a quiet mind. I’ve watched her train herself to access this space for years and seeing these figures together I realise with pride she has done it.  

Each figure is her. They are her “golden hours, when body and soul were in tune”.  This is a room filled with her calmness, her curiosity, her pilgrim, her peacefulness. 

I first saw her sculpture 20 years ago, and we’ve discussed them at length over two decades. And yet, when I think of the last year, we’ve not referred to them at all, many I’m seeing for the first time today. Recently, she has been still, with a glint in her eye…. I didn’t know, until today that she had been in a hinterland, she had done away with all the dialogue because she had accessed her simplicity of spirit.  

“You do not have to be good.  
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
Love what it loves”
Mary Oliver

She reminds me today, while I sit amongst her sculptures, each one softly, stoically attuned to the circadian rhythms bespoke to Georgiana, that our interior world is the only authentic world we have. It is the only place from which we can process and generate anything worthwhile.

I am so proud of my friend.