when i prepared the research degree application i can see now how stressed i became about what i didn’t know – the already published writing. becoming more accepting of what i don’t know and trying to stick to what i […]
I find Facebook memories a useful tool in reminding me what I’ve been up to in previous years. It is useful to see what I was making one year/ three years/ six years ago. Yesterday a post popped up from […]
hello, post day delivering, eating and walking the dog, i need to record some of the thoughts from this evening. i observe of my self there is a sweet spot where my thoughts and emotions and physicality are in sync […]
It can always be a bit of a struggle to know what to write about each month, particularly when I have been carrying on with the same investigations and nothing new has happened. Normally I simply like to write about […]
One of the things I’ve noticed after many years supporting artists is that for many people the accepted career paths are neither appropriate or accessible. If we walk outside the mainstream we have to make to make our own way. […]
keep the faith small steps little an often. play – what this is to me play – what this is to other adults play – how to frame as an activity for groups of adults within cultural settings music https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5nz1fx7p1Yw […]
Last week, I went back to Chester Cathedral for the first time since I did my installation there. I love the way these massive spaces show larger artworks and because of this I had Chester , plus Liverpool Cathedral ( […]
today i been feeling the multi layers of the word isolation, from the obvious to an abstraction of that. it strikes me that there is potential for me to explore image making – something i rejected as an undergraduate because […]
it has struck me today that at some point i need to define what i mean by isolation – how does it apply to me and what does it feel like. this afternoon i walked our dog and on the […]
copied and pasted from a diary entry watch white lion episode wallander. at the end I cry. I cry because the end of the story shows me how as a person we have the choice to work towards something. something […]
