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Freya Mears is a London/Bristol based artist and curator.
She is currenty studying Liberal Arts at the University of Bristol.
She has a particular interest in social practice, curating, educational psychology and art therapy.
She wants to spend her life creating, educating, and collaborating.
In 2021 she completed an Art Foundation Diploma (Distinction) at City and Guilds of London Art School.
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Email: freyamears100@gmail.com
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The Tunnel Series
This is the story of a young woman, returning to childhood.
First, she must dig.
She finds frog’s letters
And remembers “all the happy times.”
She hears him coming home,
The sound of the key in the lock.
“You have the most wicked of laughs” he said.
She hardly recognises the face he sees at the door.
“I love the stories you tell at meal times.”
She is bound to remember the Sunday incision.
“You are always very gentle with them”
She feels the touch of his hand.
First, she must dig.
She finds frog’s letters
And remembers “all the happy times.”
She hears him coming home,
The sound of the key in the lock.
“You have the most wicked of laughs” he said.
She hardly recognises the face he sees at the door.
“I love the stories you tell at meal times.”
She is bound to remember the Sunday incision.
“You are always very gentle with them”
She feels the touch of his hand.
“It was as if the kite was alive”
She will always feel close to him there.
“You’re a natural water baby” he said
She’s not drowning, but waving.
“Your first adult tune”
She leaves school early to play for him.
He was always “playing the bongos”
The beckoning beat echoes the past.
The house filled up with flowers.
The Tunnel/2021
Poetry
She will always feel close to him there.
“You’re a natural water baby” he said
She’s not drowning, but waving.
“Your first adult tune”
She leaves school early to play for him.
He was always “playing the bongos”
The beckoning beat echoes the past.
The house filled up with flowers.
The Tunnel/2021
Poetry
Let the performance begin /2021
21.5 x 28.5cm
Charcoal and chalk on paper
MonoPrints
The jam jar /2021
14 x 20.5cm
Monoprint
They met in the tunnel /2021
48 x 37cm
Monoprint
Revenge /2021
32 x 48cm
Soft Ground Etching
`Coming Home series /2021
14 x 20cm
Monoprints
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Cremation /2021
17.5 x 24cm
Monoprint
14 x 20cm
Monoprints
Cremation /2021
17.5 x 24cm
Monoprint
Left: You only die once /2021 18 x 25cm
Right: Frog plays piano /2021 17.5 x 24cm
Monoprints
Although he is gone.
She is not alone.
There’s a child there too.
She tells the young woman she has kept watch over the tunnel for the past ten years.
They share a common language.
They know it comes in waves.
She is not alone.
There’s a child there too.
She tells the young woman she has kept watch over the tunnel for the past ten years.
They share a common language.
They know it comes in waves.
They find the moving images
And hear the sound of his voice.
High days and holy days
But the every day is lost.
She finds comfort in the knowledge, he knew her so well.
She still has his letters.
And hear the sound of his voice.
High days and holy days
But the every day is lost.
She finds comfort in the knowledge, he knew her so well.
She still has his letters.
Her time has come to take over as tunnel protector.
The girl and her memories are absorbed into the surrounding soil.
Meanwhile a woman with the same name will live above ground, filling the soil with new encounters.
Ten Years from now this woman will enter the tunnel. She will find the young woman there.
Together they will witness a future as yet unwritten.
The girl and her memories are absorbed into the surrounding soil.
Meanwhile a woman with the same name will live above ground, filling the soil with new encounters.
Ten Years from now this woman will enter the tunnel. She will find the young woman there.
Together they will witness a future as yet unwritten.
The Tunnel/2021
Poetry