Sheep Sale – Card
Juliet Peter
A blank greeting card featuring a reproduction of Juliet Peter's painting Sheep Sale.
Author: Juliet Peter
Dimensions: 170 x 125mm
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Juliet Peter Sheep Sale 1944. Watercolour. Collection of Christchurch Art Gallery Te Puna o Waiwhetū, purchased 2019
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Juliet Peter, who by her early teens had lost both her parents, was just twenty-four when she completed her studies at Canterbury College School of Art in 1939, soon after the outbreak of World War II. She worked as a nursing voluntary aid and in an office at Christchurch Hospital, before volunteering in 1942 for the Women’s Land Army, which was formed to replace younger male farm workers serving overseas. Because she had spent her childhood on a mid-Canterbury farm, Peter’s years with the ‘Land Girls’ returned her to early and happy memories of rural life. She and her co-workers took up tractor driving, ploughing, harvesting, mustering, shearing and wool sorting, all of which she also somehow found time to portray in drawings and paintings. She exhibited this lively saleyard scene at the Canterbury Society of Arts exhibition in 1945.
(Leaving for work, 2 October 2021 - 1 May 2022)
Exhibition
Juliet Peter: Where the Line Leads
20 January 2019
Delightful observations of character and place, from rural Canterbury to bustling 1950s London.
My Favourite
Juliet Peter's Harvesting, Rydal Downs
I grew up in a house in Glandovey Road, Fendalton—twenty-two bedrooms! Back then, my options were to be a nurse or a school teacher, but all my life, I’d wanted to be a farmer. My father encouraged that practical side of me. He was a keen fly fisherman and called me “sonny”. I had my hair cut at the barbers; I wore long pants in winter—I thought I was a boy.
Commentary
Her Own London
I laughed at your note. Our packing was not done until the last minute of the 11th hour, and when we at last got onto the train we could only think how lovely it was to do nothing and think about nothing. However, by now we realise we are really going to England. After 17 days at sea, out of sight of land, N.Z. seems as if it was in another universe.