This tapestry was inspired by the medieval tapestries I saw during my travels as a Winston Churchill Fellow and the medieval frescos I saw in Bulgaria. Many I saw depicted various Marys weeping over Christ but it occurred to me one would not be caught weeping in front of the murderers of one’s loved one, but as an accuser one would look back with dignity and a spine of oak. The idea had a personal resonance with me and this is the result, I as the weaver, and also a Mary (my middle name) gets to look out through them. The medieval images are known as the Lamentation of Christ, and I have called this The Lamentation as a nod to the original source.
This tapestry was inspired by the medieval tapestries I saw during my travels as a Winston Churchill Fellow and the medieval frescos I saw in Bulgaria. Many I saw depicted various Marys weeping over Christ but it occurred to me one would not be caught weeping in front of the murderers of one’s loved one, but as an accuser one would look back with dignity and a spine of oak. The idea had a personal resonance with me and this is the result, I as the weaver, and also a Mary (my middle name) gets to look out through them. The medieval images are known as the Lamentation of Christ, and I have called this The Lamentation as a nod to the original source.
This tapestry was inspired by the medieval tapestries I saw during my travels as a Winston Churchill Fellow and the medieval frescos I saw in Bulgaria. Many I saw depicted various Marys weeping over Christ but it occurred to me one would not be caught weeping in front of the murderers of one’s loved one, but as an accuser one would look back with dignity and a spine of oak. The idea had a personal resonance with me and this is the result, I as the weaver, and also a Mary (my middle name) gets to look out through them. The medieval images are known as the Lamentation of Christ, and I have called this The Lamentation as a nod to the original source.
Chrissie Freeth
Handwoven Tapestries

I'll Tell you a Story Sometime
2025
Cotton warp, hand-dyed woollen weft
2.37m x 1.81m
This tapestry, set in a bird garden, is about estrangement and anticipatory grief. As in all my work the figures represent emotional states rather than specific portraits. In the centre is my mother, her face obscured by a veil, suggesting the impossibility of truly knowing another person’s inner life. The tapestry was woven in a period of pre-grieving, shaped by the knowledge that she would pass away during its completion, making the act of weaving it a gradual farewell.
Symbolic motifs shape the unsaid tensions of our relationship. From the left figure branches extend bearing birds that represent the creativity she never saw in me, and the small fleeing figure in the skirt embodies the resulting anxiety and self doubt. The birdbath scene was initially conceived around sibling loss, but its meaning shifted as it was here the death occurred. I become the reflection, while my mother and brother exist together elsewhere.
In the dress of the central figure a candlelit scene recalls a shared moment of closeness alongside a moment of division, marked by the broken chain of flowers. The peacock symbolises a wilful blindness to issues and occurs frequently in my work. With the album underfoot it also represents denied access to memory while the blood that flows from the figure reworks the traditional Christian Pelican motif of maternal sacrifice, here as something misdirected.
The final figure represents the idealised daughter she wanted, here surrounded by sterility and fire implying a life both empty and self-destructive.