Reflections on The Peter Sowerby Collection
The Peter Sowerby Collection is a new collection of artworks by artists with lived experience of mental health services being developed by Bethlem Gallery. Chantal Condron, member of the Collection Advisory Board, shares her thoughts of the first six months of the project: Listening to birdsong on a July afternoon, standing among gnarly apple trees […]
A Poem by our Writer in Residence, David Gilbert
Like walking backwards blindfold up a hill, how he came upon this woman to loveand upon these children, how he came to watch over a home,this her asleep he came upon this gladelike a small child amazed by a crystal garden writhing with each drop of water, unravelling.How the bruises were nursed. How quiet the street,the […]
Mountsfield Recovery House Artist in Residence 2024
Workshop with Amber Roper How to Apply and Selection Process Full brief, including payment info, available to download here. Please submit your application of interest by email to kate.watson@bethlemgallery.com by 9am Monday 15th July 2024. The application must include: Artist statement (max. 250 words) CV or Portfolio Up to 10 jpg files (no larger than […]
A Poem by our Writer in Residence, David Gilbert
Bright I trusted the lapwings, peewits, so few of them now, swirling high then swooping the land, my breath, my air, my disparate gaze, fastening hard. Nobody knew more than I did that glinting green-blue-black swarm darkening the far fields, like a gathering army with a small skirmish to be won then driving at the dense reedsupright by the waters released suddenly like […]
A Poem by our Writer in Residence, David Gilbert
The First Thing I’ve dropped Adam off. He works at Go Ape.A milky sun drains through the laden clouds,raindrops slowly sliding down the windscreenmelding with each other, then suddenlyzig-zagging all the way to the bottom.I’ve been made sick from complexityand believe now only in the breathlike re-learning the basic chords until they become a progression.The […]
A Poem by our Writer in Residence, David Gilbert
Losing His Ring On the last day of a terrible yearwhen everyone was moving out,I lost the ring he’d made for me.I’d last seen it on the way up in the second lift from the rightas you face them, and I’d almostbeen showing it off, by curlingmy fingers round the trolley handle. Who were those […]