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The Gentle Warrior Spirit of Trinidad

Picture courtesy Mark LyndersayMy name is Barbara Jardine and my ebony bracelet, “The Warrior”, is the headline act of the Victoria & Albert Museum’s new British-Caribbean Trail.


One end of my Warrior bracelet terminates in the carved head of a woman [wearing] an armoured helmet of silver, tourmalines and iridescent green & black beetle. The other end is a hand, cupping a spherical garnet – a drop of blood. Made almost 50 years ago in my final year at the Royal College of Art, she was purchased by the V&A.

I come from Deep South, Guayaguayare. Until age ten, life was within the idyllic ‘bubbles’ of the oilfield: Guaya, Coura, Moruga and Beach Camp. Moruga Camp [comprised] six wooden houses on tall iron ‘stilts’ surrounded by dense forest. At midday it would suddenly darken. I remember rain roaring on the galvanize roof as, at age three, I sat in my nanny, Theda Francis’s ample lap, being fed tiny, intensely flavoured pieces of olive oil-soaked salt cod, tomato and hops from a blue-and-white enamel plate, spirals of scented orange peel drying overhead.
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The Gentle Warrior Spirit of Trinidad

Picture courtesy Mark LyndersayMy name is Barbara Jardine and my ebony bracelet, “The Warrior”, is the headline act of the Victoria & Albert Museum’s new British-Caribbean Trail.


One end of my Warrior bracelet terminates in the carved head of a woman [wearing] an armoured helmet of silver, tourmalines and iridescent green & black beetle. The other end is a hand, cupping a spherical garnet – a drop of blood. Made almost 50 years ago in my final year at the Royal College of Art, she was purchased by the V&A.

I come from Deep South, Guayaguayare. Until age ten, life was within the idyllic ‘bubbles’ of the oilfield: Guaya, Coura, Moruga and Beach Camp. Moruga Camp [comprised] six wooden houses on tall iron ‘stilts’ surrounded by dense forest. At midday it would suddenly darken. I remember rain roaring on the galvanize roof as, at age three, I sat in my nanny, Theda Francis’s ample lap, being fed tiny, intensely flavoured pieces of olive oil-soaked salt cod, tomato and hops from a blue-and-white enamel plate, spirals of scented orange peel drying overhead.
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