By Julie Dodd, Jan 5 2019 07:00PM
The exhibition of The Fallen Oak Leaf Project has been extended again and can now be seen until February, so if you haven't already seen it at the Williamson Art Gallery there is still time. Then it will start touring, showing firstly with Wirral libraries in Birkenhead Central library.
By Julie Dodd, Dec 7 2018 07:00PM
If you haven't already seen the The Fallen Oak LeafProject that is showing at the Williamson Art Gallery is on display until January. In the New Year it will start touring, showing firstly with Wirral libraries in Birkenhead Central library.
By Julie Dodd, Nov 22 2018 08:56PM
If you didn't manage to see the exhibition whilst it was in gallery 2 here are some more photographs.
By Julie Dodd, Nov 21 2018 09:00AM
Shirley created this leaf in memory of her uncle. She said 'They made the greatest sacriface of all so that we could live as a free nation. My Grandparents lost Uncles and Brothers in the First and Second World Wars. Then in 1943 their 19 year old son, my Uncle John was missing presumed dead when the plane he was in was lost on it's way to Gibraltar. This is the last photo of the crew before they all died. John is the laughing boy in the middle of the back row. War becomes personal when you see the faces of those who gave their lives for us.'
This photograph is on the back of the leaf Shirley designed.
By Julie Dodd, Nov 19 2018 05:00PM
The Fallen Oak Leaf Projects Exhibition has been extended and relocated to the cafe in The Williamson Art Gallery.
By Julie Dodd, Nov 14 2018 09:00PM
Just some of the leaves showing in the exhibition at the Williamson Art Gallery.
By Julie Dodd, Nov 12 2018 09:00AM
This leaf is dedicated to a relative of one of the members of staff at Prenton High School For Girls.
By Julie Dodd, Nov 11 2018 09:00PM
This leaf is dediacted to Wilfred Owen. The back of the leaf reads:
Wilfred Owen was killed in action one week before the signing of the Armistice. His mother received the telegram informing her of his death on Armistice Day.
My subject is war and the pity of war.
The poetry is in the pity.