Sunday.
Rain drips drops fall
still; the silence of an inbox devoid of responses. Re-think; more and more and more ideas needed, to find another approach, and fast, in between the daily challenges of living, creating, being.
speed is of the essence; the blue tits seem to understand with their productive to-ing and fro-ing to fill those tiny beaks which must be constantly open
the house I see in the tree
I am a North West based socially-engaged artist whose practice explores what it means to be local through the connections of people and place through memory, objects and archives. I am hooked in by evidence of previous existence, layers of history, old maps, documents, archives, treasures, photographs and personal stories and how they are intricately woven together. A map is often my starting point, the focus on which my exploratory journey begins.
