I like swimming. Not the competitive, endurance training kind of swimming or the summer splashing in the pool with a million other people kind. No, my ideal swim is in a cool, calm and uncrowded environment. I like the quiet, thought-free motion of going back and forth along the same lane, cutting through the water without a single splash, hearing only the muted lapping of the water along the edges and the silky feel of it against my skin.
So it was inevitable that I would feature one of my fellow swimmers on these pages. Today it is Rachael Dickens an ex-SE Londoner who is now based in the seaside town of Herne Bay in Kent. She takes swimming much more seriously than I do. It all started in her childhood with her first swims in the River Swale during family boat trips. Then when she had kids of her own, she took them to swimming lessons and following the tips given by the instructor, she improved her technique and confidence and fell in love again. Swimming has now become a daily routine, come rain, shine, sun or wintry weather. It is her recreation, her exercise, her meditation and her muse. It has permeated her thoughts, her imagination and emerges in many forms and materials in her work as an artist.
Rachael doesn’t really consider herself an artist, but a maker. For her, “artist” sounds too pretentious. She prefers instead to follow her own path, working with ceramics to recreate the distinctive 1930s architecture of the lido; blending photographic prints with her paintings to create a collage of memories and media; creating sculptural snapshots of swimming scenes using vintage model figures and materials gathered from the beach.
While she was still living in London, the recurring theme was often the typical UK lido with its historic architecture, its blueness, and clearly defined boundaries. She would create wistful collages of memories and photographs, often of herself, surrounded by and immersed in the mesmerising blue of the water and a moody sky.
Today, the sea and the coastline set the tone: ceramic divers suspended in mid-motion, tiny swimmers floating in resin water with their flailing legs visible beneath the surface, shells and driftwood evoking the smells and the sounds of the beach. And now, large format abstract oil paintings inspired by the sea.
When we met, we shared a fantastic swim at high tide. The water was soft and warm and buoyant and salty and a deep, murky green. And I too became one of those swimmers in one of Rachael’s paintings, a tiny figure flailing in the endless expanse of sea and sky.