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  AUDIOBLOG – Please click here For the first time in ages, I’ve been feeling a bit of a stall in the way I write about my work. I have the work in my head, and in my sketchbook, but […]

AUDIOBLOG – Please click here Going over old ground. I’m boring myself now! I look at the sketch book I’m working in and it all looks stupidly familiar. I dig out the books I worked in when Bo and I […]

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 […]

  AUDIOBLOG – Please click here Forgive me, reader, for I have sinned! It’s been ages since my last confession… I mean blog post… (Same thing some days) I’ve posted a couple of things on Threads, but not here. I […]

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 […]

The edges of people don’t stop at their skin… This phrase arrived in a poem I wrote over a year ago, before the collaborative/joint exhibition with Bo Jones. I suspect this post might meander about a bit, but I feel […]