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

Light Footfalls
2022
Cotton warp, hand-dyed woollen weft
1.69m x 1.75m
Light Footfalls is a deeply personal exploration of grief, memory, and moral choice, articulated through four symbolic female figures. Rather than direct portraits, these figures embody stages of an internal dilemma following the death of my sibling. Whilst sorting through papers I realised I would come across the court documents relating to my brother’s death and the name of the man who caused it. But if I knew the name was there not a risk I would act on that information? Even though the justice system has done its job, might there be something primal and visceral in me that would make me act?
The first figure receives the news of death. Within her skirt, smaller scenes unfold. Candle bearers arrive in the night, and a mourning figure collapses in sorrow. From her mouth, flowers, symbols of youth and possibility, drain away, marking the sudden rupture of life. In her hand she holds the name of the man responsible for her sibling’s death.
The second figure represents the pull of vengeance. A ravaged town tops her dress, evoking destruction and anger. Yet beneath this, a quieter images warn against revenge. A figure is trapped in a pit of her own making while gazing into a mirror, suggesting self-destruction and to the vanity of retribution. In the third figure, the narrative shifts. She burns the name, choosing not to know. Acts of contrition to her brother appear in the cutting of hair, signalling repentance and humility. However, the past remains unresolved, lingering in documents and memory that one day might be tripped upon.
The final figure, eyes closed, signifies the dead sibling. Shared roots connects this figure to the living, yet her branch is severed. A falling figure recalls the moment of violent loss. Through the slow, deliberate act of weaving, the tapestry becomes an offering and an expression of remorse, restraint, and a quiet request for forgiveness.



