On 23rd March 2017 in Carmarthen School of Art, Black Bee pour team poured molten iron over a 90 year old wedding dress. The wedding dress had been passed down to me. During my creative journey responding to the life of Amy Dillwyn, the dress had become a symbolic part of the story. The pivotal point of Amy’s young life hung of the death of Llewellyn, her fiancé.
It raises the questions, if he had survived smallpox:
would Amy have ever referred to Olive as her wife?
would she have single-handedly saved her father’s industrial business from ruin?
would she be the author of such inspiring books with strong central female heroine’s? would she have found such strength in her own unique self?
would she have openly smoked the cigar? Worn such man-ish clothes and fought for women’s rights?
Her contemplation at the potential loss of her identity and name was evident in an entry of her diary, ‘oh my darling old room where I sit now. I wonder if I shall ever again write my diary in you? Oh my home, my home, I never thought I loved you so well as now that I am leaving you perhaps never to return as Amy Dillwyn’ (Painting, D (1987) Amy Dilwyn. P24)