Rabbit Girl clings to her mother. Emotions are intrinsically intertwined. Separation is unthinkable, unbearable. Every day Rabbit Girl is changing and growing emotionally and physically until the metamorphosis slows down and she has a family of her own.
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The urn continues to be of great interest at present. I have been investigating numerous ways in which the object can be used in my creative practice. I have drawn, sculpted, painted and photographed various urns. Looking at statistics and […]
I have continued to explore memento and artefacts. My interest in the urn has increased and I am currently working with vessels of various shapes and sizes. I am considering the mother as a vessel and the interchangeability of the […]
In December I submitted the final drafts to the first two modules on the MA. I navigated and battled my way through feminist artists in history and women who have presented work relating to the relationships they hold with their […]
This week’s selection from a-n’s busy Events section, featuring exhibitions and events posted by a-n members, includes selections from Bristol, Esher, Gosport, London and Manchester.
We are on holiday again. This is the last girls only week we’ll probably have. This week mum was 82 and we celebrated her birthday by drinking champagne and eating good food. Present were me and my sister and our […]
Oooooooooooooooooooo, it’s getting nearer. The daughter leaving home thing. About 3 weeks to go. Don’t really want to think about the exact time left to get everything sorted. At the moment I’m having an epic battle of my own, with […]
A staggering 8 years after the last post on this blog, I wondered whether what I was writing in 2008/2009 is still relevant today. Essentially I was asking: Where do we stand, as artists, within the UK economy? How do we relate […]
Being a mother of young children and continuing your art practice is incredibly difficult. Inspired by a recent symposium exploring the challenges of being a ‘mother artist’, Frances Bossom – who presents a ‘Proposal for a Guide for Art Parents’ at June’s a-n Assembly event in Bristol – calls for an approach that values the complex reality of motherhood.
We have moved house and this has shifted a lot of things. For example, we now have a carpet (circa 1965) which makes for a different kind of floor and I haven’t found a way to create drawings here yet. […]
I entered my studio today and find an unfamiliar smell, which i discover comes from a baby beaker full of off milk. I vaguely recall bringing it in last week. It’s been another week of illness with Abie up most […]
I haven’t written this blog for over a month. The teaching term started, and I’ve been sucked into a vortex of emails, admin, studio teaching, not to mention childcare problems, and other juggling acts. We just got back from Barcelona […]
In the last couple of weeks I’ve been back in West London working on the textiles project, and the group have produced some wonderful work. On the last day everyone brought cakes and sweets to share from all over the world (well […]
Mother House is a month-long collective studio for female artists and their children, with 36 artists working alongside each other in this temporary London base.
My meeting with artist and musician Rebecca Lee happened quite by chance, but turned out to be a really fortuitous encounter. We introduced ourselves at a special moving image event (Film Free and Easy) at Primary (the studio space where […]
Since my last post, virtually all my time has been taken up with the Artist as Mother as Artist project. This was a jointly curated exhibition (and accompanying events) with Sam Rose, and we were over the moon to receive […]
I am collecting stories about mothers, exploring the complex subject of maternal relationships. I invite visitors to come and sit in my pseudo-domestic setting, and ‘tell me about your mother…’
AUDIOBLOG – Please click here And so I stitch. No more music to be done until March sessions, so I listen to what has already been done while I stitch. And I listen to the songs to be re-recorded […]