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Well now. I feel rather diffident about coming back on here but it seems to be part of the deal for me. Work equals blog…and I haven’t been working for months and months. Following on my last triumphant blog – I had found a lovely studio etc etc …..disaster.

My disabled mother became very ill, I had to give up the studio and she has since sadly died. Since then no studio that I can afford/get to without a season ticket has appeared and I am still hunting…. Everything is still up in the air – selling her home, probate etc etc and it eats into my think time and makes me restless; and the no studio thing.

My patient husband sighs and suggests I become resident artist in the Big Yellow Storage up the road and take all my junk with me. If only. So – enough is enough. The sun is out. I have suddenly become annoyed with my fellow artists having new work and new plans and I badly feel the need to be back at work. So – Plan A- to make a body of work based on six butterfly cases donated to me. The cases are old, decayed to dust in many places and to my eye quite glorious.

Things that have come out of my mother’s death are a lot of revelations [she lost her family in the Holocaust], new relatives and old correspondence. A series of letters have emerged from a young Jewish girl called Margot – a school friend of my mother’s – who wrote to her after being liberated from Belsen. Margot lives in my head at the moment as we try to unravel her history.

My broken butterfly specimens resonate with the vilolence and sadness of her unfolding story. It seems suddenly terribly important that this new piece of work be called ‘Letters from Margot.’ So be it. Back to work. Back to my blog.

Hello..hello if any of you are still out there