I am an artist who work mainly with wool and crochet. In this blog, I would like to explore recurrent themes in my work such as protection vs imprisonment as well as my relationship with the suburban non-traditionally artistic environment in which I live and work.
Endgames. The land of Literature is a fairyland to those who view it from a distance, but like all other landscapes the charm fades on nearer approach, and the thorns and briars become visible. Washington Irving It seems I have […]
COUNTER_FITTERS at @GeddesGallery opened yesterday, sans moi, alas, but my work is there, beautifully installed with that of 16 other artists, by Sasha Bowles, Rosalind Davis and Evy Jokhova. In the days leading up to the show I tweeted daily, posting tiny texts (without images) in […]
Art-life continues after all: time for starting over, time for looking back. I am delighted to have been invited to contribute to this upcoming exhibition at a glorious space: COUNTER_FITTERS at Geddes Gallery curated by Sasha Bowles, Rosalind Davis, Evy Jokhova […]
On Saturday my exhibition at R-Space Gallery in Lisburn will come to a close. Although I haven’t been able to be there myself, haven’t sold anything, and had to relinquish final control about the presentation of my work (of course I prepared as […]
Physically things have slid further into the cellar, due to thieves who ran away with my sleep weeks ago, big bulging sacks full, and left me with a steady supply of nausea and vertigo. They must have taken a selection […]
Today is the day! My solo-show at R-Space Gallery in Lisburn is open and I will give the talk I’ve written via Skype, at 3 pm. For all those who would have loved to be there (thank you for all your […]
My favourite gadget is my iPad, which resides right next to bed, within reach even when the kitchen moves out of walking-range, sitting up is hard to do and my arms are too tired to – almost anything. I use […]
On Thursday my work arrived at R-Space Gallery in Lisburn/County Antrim. Two large but lightish boxes filled with smaller ones containing selected hair-work, crochet-pieces, photographs and artlings, crossed the Irish Sea, all carefully labelled with instructions as to how I’d […]
My focus is absolutely on preparing for the exhibition at R-Space Gallery, but inspired by Sonia Boué I thought I’d give you a visual post – a sequence of my last seven artlings, featuring old things, new things, borrowed and blue things, […]
A few weeks ago a friend sent me a booklet, an illustrated version of The princess and the pea, which much delighted me, partly because, as she knew, it brought childhood memories, partly because my body/skin can be fired up […]
At the moment I’m not dancing, sleep-drunk or otherwise, not even in my imagination. The last six weeks my meagre energies have been shrunk&shrivelled by sleeplessness. I’ve reached the stage where most mornings my eyes feel as if chafed by […]
The images I mentioned in my last post, from André Singer’s Night Will Fall, remain so very much and overwhelmingly alive in me, that I haven’t been able to watch any of the other programmes I recorded around Holocaust Memorial […]
As I found it hard to come back to my project after the Xmas-break I looked at my last post of 2014, to see where I was. My writing always surprises me, I forget what&how I’ve written, marvel at those […]
Urgent whispers ricochet in skull&ribcage, hissed missiles: Why do you bring me back, over and over again? One moment it’s my father speaking, who I drag backwards&forwards in time, without a by-his-leave; the next it is I, compelled to return […]
Skull-pain so severe I’m ready to disembody. The world shrunk to an airless site of sensation, an outcrop at the side of my head. The labour of breathing carries on. A relief when pain moves after a day or […]
End of year questioning time! Every post was a wrestle, a delving deep, and yet hardly more than a touching of fingertips to an important topic. I ask myself: what have I learnt, truly understood, communicated? If my focus was […]
I should know better by now. Every time I finish a post I feel sure about the next one, which will follow on directly and be faster&easier to write. Ha! And every time I find I bob in dark, cold […]
So glad to say my hands have much of their mojo back. Coffee gets poured into cups and not next to, I can hold and not drop, and crocheting is a natural part of my (still mostly supine) day again. […]
Flounce ruffle furbelow frill – the words loll on my tongue, adornments, embellishments, extra. Sewn on cuffs and collars they add a flourish, soften, feminise; without context though the fabric of certain terms is liable to change, will suddenly carry […]
A couple of weeks ago I bought a second-hand crochet piece on-line, half bib, half collar. I wanted to add it to my small collection of outfits&objects that help me explore, call into, fall into, the time my dad was a […]
When Sonia Boué tweeted b/w images from the Oxford-London train of the globetrotter-suitcase and later her face she seemed a time-traveller from the 30s/40s, on her way to meet me at a flat temporarily located in 2014’s London (so I […]
I have become obsessed with a Mickey Mouse look-alike! Didn’t think I’d ever write that sentence and certainly not in the context of my project, but there it is. You may remember the images of toys at the end of […]
One night a couple of weeks ago my hands seemed half mine, half other, their tops as I knew them, but my palms hurt badly and felt as large as a giant’s: not swollen but grown or grafted on, and one with […]
It’s been good to have a break from blogging. I’ve missed the opportunity to communicate with you, and the discipline&framework of purposeful writing, which helps cut temporary paths through snarls of work&words and fuzzy ideas, but I felt mentally exhausted […]
