Motherhood: A journey
There’s so much about motherhood that I wish I had known beforehand but nothing quite prepares you for the madness that comes with it. I’m still processing day by day whilst caught up in the wider messiness of day to […]
There’s so much about motherhood that I wish I had known beforehand but nothing quite prepares you for the madness that comes with it. I’m still processing day by day whilst caught up in the wider messiness of day to […]
Mother seems mandatory and has its own status in line with life choices, marriage success and size of kitchen. Becoming educated and having a career separate to the domestic, becoming a maker/artist empowered me to my perceived ideal of Woman. […]
This has been playing on my mind over the last 6-months which is when my son was born. I always knew it would be this strange balance and potential sacrifice that would need to be made by myself as a […]
Art and Motherhood: how do we do both?
On my first visit to Plas Bodfa, my father insisted on giving me a lift, he wanted to go to Llangoed and see the village and the manor house too. As we drove up to the house, he pointed out […]
My research and response to Plas Bodfa, Anglesey, exploring the techniques of Victorian Cross Stitch. Part of the Plas Bodfa History Project. I am one of the artists selected to create work for the upcoming exhibition at the house.
This project is ongoing. As lockdown continues, more women are murdered. Their names are being recorded on face masks made from tea towels.
I live in Llanelli and it is the first town to be put under lockdown. Llanelli is tiny once you realise you’re not allowed to leave. I am a cyclist. Below is a photo of me completing the Everesting challenge […]
I spoke to my hero today, she has been for some time. Someone that says something at times when people don’t speak. She spoke with honesty and with presence. It shook me and i noticed. We spoke about our practice. […]
adjective….of relatively little significance, and therefore able to be abandoned or destroyed A mortifying realisation that extra curricula subjects are potentially to be abandoned in September. It came up in my news feed. Outlined in panic. First from the artists. […]
I have no clear understanding where I stop and my children begin, this is mirrored Through object in that I am the house, the kitchen, the bath, the dogs, the bitty Lego carpet and my un made bed.
My Time Space Money project will look at the rise in domestic abuse and violence against women during lockdown in the UK.
‘I search always for this stillness, which penetrates our fullest activity and even our sleep’ [Jim Ede] The absence of a visible kitchen at Kettle’s Yard in Cambridge is a startling omission in a house which is otherwise convincingly domestic: […]
These days I mainly work small: restrictions of having to work in a chemo chair; working at home when the weather is miserable and I don’t want to risk catching a cold… But as well as these practical reasons working […]
A Woman’s Place (semiotics of the domestic) became a celebration of a female presence among International artists to form dialogues and expand practices employing collaborative exchanges. The performance became an enduring display of women surrounded and embracing metal (iron) and object […]
A Woman’s Place was presented at The National Conference on Contemporary Cast Iron and Art at Sloss Furnaces, Birmingham, Alabama, US.
Training starts early/Ain’t I A Woman This morning I listened to a discussion on BBC 1 Breakfast regarding the inclusion of women on the front line in the RAF. The argument ‘for’ was strong and upheld by Durham’s chief […]
Artist in Residence in the attic studio at Stiwdio Maelor. This blog will support my residency research, documentation and process of making.
Are we as a society assisting sexism and gender inequality by the omission and exclusion of our female history? ?While watching X Men First Class with the family last night I asked my daughter if she could think of a […]
The Iron on the Dress is in response to Amy Dillwyn’s first steps of divorcing societal restraints and expectations. Many times she refers to herself as molten metal, a furnace. The act of pouring molten metal over the dress alludes […]