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This body of work translates traditional craft values into new vernacular artefacts, that explore making and narratives.  These concentric circle forms are inspired by old wood turning, and slate carving traditions. They represent traditional craft skills handed down from one generation to another within my family. The brass stands signify the preciousness of time, learning these skills.  The glass candles are a representation of life and its fragility, Welsh yarn, representing different lengths of time within our existence. This work aims to commemorate and celebrate these craft traditions, and express gratitude for the values and skills inherited from my family.

Mae’r cyfres yma o waith yn dehongli gwerthoedd crefft traddodiadol mewn arteffactau newydd sy’n arbrofi gyda’r gwneuthuriad a’r stori y tu ôl i’r gwrthrych. Mae’r cylchoedd consentrig wedi eu hysbrydoli gan waith turnio a cherfiadau ar lechi hynafol. Mae’r gwaelodion efydd yn cynrychioli pwysigrwydd a gwerth yr amser yn dysgu’r sgiliau yma. Cynrychiola’r cannwyllau gwydyr freuder bywyd ac mae’r edau Gymreig yn cyfeirio at hyd amrywiol bywydau pawb. Bwriad y gwaith yw coffau a dathlu ein crefftau traddodiadol, gan werthfawrogi'r sgiliau a etifeddais gan fy nheulu.

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How Long Does a Man Live?

So, how long does a man live, finally?
And how much does he live while he lives?
We fret, and ask so many questions –
Then when it comes to us
The answer is so simple.

A man lives for as long as we carry him inside us,
For as long as we carry the harvest of his dreams,
For as long as we can ourselves live,
Holding memories in common, a man lives.

His lover will carry his man’s scent, his touch,
His children will carry the weight of his love,
One friend will carry his arguments,
Another will hum his favourite tunes,
Another will still share his terrors.

And the days will pass with baffled faces,
Then the weeks, then the months,
Then there will be a day when no question is asked,
And the knots of grief will loosen in the stomach,
And the puffed faces will calm.
And on that day he will not have ceased,
But will have ceased to be separated by death,
How long does a man live, finally?

So Many Different Lengths of Time.

By Brian Patten

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