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As predicted the making of artwork has been exceedingly slow and patchy over the last year, primarily because of my MRes studies but also of course impacted by this ongoing pandemic. Despite the issues we have all faced, I am […]

When we view things it is never a flat scene in front of us. We take for granted the layers of structures, nature and people, interweaving one behind the other, a constant change of positioning and shifting going on all […]

I’ve just read a very interesting article in the New York Times by Michael Pollan called Weeds Are Us. In a way, it develops the point I was making last week about having empathy for non-human species – namely, weeds. […]

Thursday 23 May This morning all the artists gather in the gallery, each looking for the ideal spot to put their work. I am drawn to the airy extension space which has a loose pebbly floor, horizontal beams and glass […]

So a really interesting episode of thinking aloud, that tackles lots of issues around artists and the cultural industries and paying artists. Really relevant and worth a listen to. ‘Creativity – has it become the meaningless buzz word for our […]

As a neglected child, with a neglected history and heritage, my first question was: What does neglect look like? It becomes easier to remember when alone in the basement and without any contact to the outside world. There is also […]

To comprehend the subject of cultural sexual exploitation and visually decipher it’s many constructs; I started drawing, experimenting with ink, form, the age of the girl and her poise. In figures XXXVIII the girl is alone and younger. The spots […]

Culture   My father used to say to me, “lucky your pretty with your Dyslexia, at least you can be a glamour model, no need for brains in that game”. It seemed evident very early on that I would be […]

When creating the doll, I felt connected to the materials, such as the baby grow and the little booties. I stuffed the outfit with newspaper and armature to stabilise the form. When I held it, it felt empty to me. […]