Linea Art Exhibition Leeds – Amanda Burton

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It really has been a long break away from my blog and for that I can only apologise. However, I’m still here and I’m still spending a lot of my spare time creating, in one form or another. Last week while I was talking to a client about social media and the importance of keeping up to date with their website and blog it made me realise that I should be taking some of my own advice and keeping up with my own stuff!
Since Christmas 2014 I’ve been working really hard, slowly and steadily producing work for my show which opens Friday June 12th at Inkwell.
Linea is the culmination of months of work where I have been exploring different aspects of myself, my family relationships and my relationship with the natural world around me.

The body of work includes lots of ink drawings but some of the pieces take on a new ‘style’ where my work has changed from the ornate to the minimal. This was a very planned move in an attempt to try challenge myself and my process. Unsurprisingly drawing hundreds of circles and repeating patterns takes patience but is also very self indulgent and a move to minimalism was an experiment to see if I could show some self control.
Here’s some of the new work I’ve produced while I’ve been away..

Blue Study I


Blue Abstract in three parts – acrylic on canvas 2015

Mother and Child – Acrylic on canvas – 2015

Being a multidisciplinary artist does have its limits. I find that I can only really focus on one things at a time. So for the last six months I’ve been concentrating on painting and drawing. There are 26 pieces of art work being exhibited in Linea, so I’m pretty proud of the fact I’ve been keeping my creative juices flowing while holding down a fairly demanding ‘day job’. I’ve even taken to writing down art days in my diary!

If you are local to Leeds I’d love you to come to my show. There will be jewellery, wine, installation work, drawings and paintings all in the beautiful space that is Inkwell.

linea poster jewellery web

The show preview evening is on June 12th from 6pm -8pm
At Inkwell,
31 Potternewton Lane,
Chapel Allerton

My work will be up until 14th July.

The Cloud by Percy Shelley

The Cloud by Percy Shelley

I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,
From the seas and the streams;
I bear light shade for the leaves when laid
In their noonday dreams.
From my wings are shaken the dews that waken
The sweet buds every one,
When rocked to rest on their mother’s breast,
As she dances about the sun.
I wield the flail of the lashing hail,
And whiten the green plains under,
And then again I dissolve it in rain,
And laugh as I pass in thunder.

   I sift the snow on the mountains below,
And their great pines groan aghast;
And all the night ’tis my pillow white,
While I sleep in the arms of the blast.
Sublime on the towers of my skiey bowers,
Lightning my pilot sits;
In a cavern under is fettered the thunder,
It struggles and howls at fits;
Over earth and ocean, with gentle motion,
This pilot is guiding me,
Lured by the love of the genii that move
In the depths of the purple sea;
Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills,
Over the lakes and the plains,
Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream,
The Spirit he loves remains;
And I all the while bask in Heaven’s blue smile,
Whilst he is dissolving in rains.

   The sanguine Sunrise, with his meteor eyes,
And his burning plumes outspread,
Leaps on the back of my sailing rack,
When the morning star shines dead;
As on the jag of a mountain crag,
Which an earthquake rocks and swings,
An eagle alit one moment may sit
In the light of its golden wings.
And when Sunset may breathe, from the lit sea beneath,
Its ardours of rest and of love,
And the crimson pall of eve may fall
From the depth of Heaven above,
With wings folded I rest, on mine aëry nest,
As still as a brooding dove.

   That orbèd maiden with white fire laden,
Whom mortals call the Moon,
Glides glimmering o’er my fleece-like floor,
By the midnight breezes strewn;
And wherever the beat of her unseen feet,
Which only the angels hear,
May have broken the woof of my tent’s thin roof,
The stars peep behind her and peer;
And I laugh to see them whirl and flee,
Like a swarm of golden bees,
When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent,
Till calm the rivers, lakes, and seas,
Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high,
Are each paved with the moon and these.

   I bind the Sun’s throne with a burning zone,
And the Moon’s with a girdle of pearl;
The volcanoes are dim, and the stars reel and swim,
When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl.
From cape to cape, with a bridge-like shape,
Over a torrent sea,
Sunbeam-proof, I hang like a roof,
The mountains its columns be.
The triumphal arch through which I march
With hurricane, fire, and snow,
When the Powers of the air are chained to my chair,
Is the million-coloured bow;
The sphere-fire above its soft colours wove,
While the moist Earth was laughing below.

   I am the daughter of Earth and Water,
And the nursling of the Sky;
I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores;
I change, but I cannot die.
For after the rain when with never a stain
The pavilion of Heaven is bare,
And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams
Build up the blue dome of air,
I silently laugh at my own cenotaph,
And out of the caverns of rain,
Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb,
I arise and unbuild it again.


Abstract Painting

After concentrating on my wire work and Ink drawings for a while I felt it was time to put brush to canvas. I was in desperate need of some paint creative therapy. So, I bought the largest canvas I could physically carry home on a windy Autumnal day. I love that feeling you get when you unwrap a new canvas: a mixture of emotions: trepidation, excitement, confidence, self belief and uncertainty. With the freedom and opportunity to paint whatever I wanted, I could either choose the familiar decorative and detailed work I felt comfortable achieving, or challenge my processes.

“The simplicity of form, the drama of rich, intense colour, the joy of challenge, and the challenge of endurance… The piece, when it is over, is not what is made, but how it is made.”

Untitled Abstract ( Sand and Sea)



A new way of working

Organic, impulsive, unintended, spontaneous – that’s how I normally approach my work and pretty much most things I do.

I don’t spend a lot of time pre-planning or thinking I just dive in and see what happens. The first step is always the hardest. In both aspects of my work, my jewellery and painting, when I am faced with a blank canvas or bare piece of straight wire it’s then that I feel the most vulnerable. If it’s wire I’ll just bend it, if its a canvas I just get the biggest brush I have and make my first mark. If it’s wrong it can be redone, the point for me is just to start.

My latest wire work piece started in this manner but once the first line was in place I became very determined to work with symmetry and precision. This is unusual for me, but I actually enjoyed the challenge and clarity of what I was trying to achieve. The result was this antique style necklace that I’ve decided to call ‘Grace’.

Grace copper wire jewelry


Grace turquoise copper necklace

This necklace sold in record time and received the highest hits on my Facebook page since I made ‘Boudicca’. I was quite taken a back. Naturally, every artist feeds off positive feedback and comments so my immediate response was to make something similar again, to try master the technique of making symmetrical designs. I wonder how other jewellers would respond to this? Does one make to please oneself, or to please others?

I now have two free days to create more work and at least for now have managed to balance my working life and creative time better. I’m just going to see what evolves next!