I was most fortunate to be interviewed by the lovely Clare Kendal Bate on behalf of Hertfordshire Visual Arts. They produce a monthly newsletter, and I am fortunate enough to be chosen as one of their featured artists.
I am pleased to announce that my exhibition, ‘Echoes of Fragrant Voices’ will be showing at the lovely Trestle Arts Base in St Albans for a month, opening this Saturday 11th January. Please ensure you check the website for opening times.
Super delighted to have found out today that I have been once again accepted for Turn the Page.
Turn the page artists’ book fair is a UK and international exhibiting and selling platform for artists who are creating work that is inspired by the structural and conceptual properties of the book form.
The event is held over 2 days in the spectacular atrium
at the Forum, Norwich and is fast establishing its place amongst the top UK Book Art events.
Dates this year are Friday 2nd and Saturday 3rd May 2014
I really enjoyed this excellently organised event last year. The quality of work on offer was very high, the artists engaging and exciting and the visitors were just lovely!
26 November, 6pm – 8pm, Waterfront Art Gallery, University Campus Suffolk, Ipswich.
An evening of conversation in the Waterfront Gallery. ‘What is a 21st Century Collection?’ an exchange of ideas plus the second exhibition of the collection featuring one of my works from the collection.
And last but not least, I have been most fortunate to have been selected to show in UH Galleries Eastern Approaches
Open to the public from Thursday 5 December 2013 until Sunday 12 January 2014 at The Museum of St Albans
I have finally got some new work to completion, just in time for a submission deadline (fingers crossed). There is something quite interesting about completing work and then not having long to sit with it before it leaves the contemplative space that is my studio. I tend to sit with my work and communicate with it for some time after it has been completed. It is not necessarily that the work shifts. I think it is almost an honouring exercise, a re-engagement with the work from more of a distance than when in the throws of process, offering alternative perspectives.
This does have it’s downside of course. I have been ‘honouring’ a piece of work now for about a year! It is just not ready to leave. I am listening to that wisdom… some day it will be ready, perhaps.
Variation of surface intensity
Book pages, wooden chest, pyrography, acrylic boxes.
Pyrography text on box reads…
From the core, an eruption of significant emotional magnitude penetrates the outer shell.
The outpouring is chaotic yet strangely structured, but always hard to predict.
The waves of internal detritus and debris are powerful and all consuming.
Those close enough to witness this explosion are never unaffected.
All ground beneath us shifts, cracks and dissolves the solidity that holds one upright.
The vibrations are felt for hours afterwards, slowly but surely their magnitude dissipates until, eventually, all is still.
This stillness, an uncomfortable calm, both quiet and loud in its silence.
Eventually a soft noise breaks into one’s consciousness, like a chink of light cutting through the rock that veils the valley floor, illuminating our path.
The reality of one’s very existence? Perhaps the way forward?
So, I have been able to get to the studio a little more of late, which I can say, is a real joy!
Something has definitely shifted recently, and the impact on my work for me is very noticeable. I seem to have given myself permission just to create without questioning, and that really feels right. This has generated new paths and a slight redirection in approach.
Many developments in current works are occurring, including getting ridiculously over excited about my latest purchase.
I Love its worn, haphazard appearance, the sense of its history. Absolutely perfect to complete an ongoing work.
I have today, spent the five hours marking out text on this little beauty. I am very excited about getting this piece to completion. Not long now I feel.
I have, noticing this quite unusual behaviour for me, that I have been working on three different pieces at the same time.
This one popped up, quite unexpectedly. It seems a bit of a diversion from the other work on the go, and yet rather delightfully, I have a sense of the connection and cohesion in my thinking.
Good conversation and other reading structures: An adulteration of truth through incessant alteration
Note: There are multiple ways of ‘reading’…this is a playful exploration of this idea.
And my little book cups (for want of a better term). I continue to experiment with these forms, and I continue to be fascinated with the addition of water to the work, the impact on the reading of the work as it evolves over time, the shift of balance between object and residue.
Cups (experiments)Cups (experiments)
I think these will grow into a larger piece that will become almost its own performative piece…
All I need is to find the right book for the work and the location to show this…
I believe in a wisdom in what we do, how we behave and what choices we make on a sub conscious level and yet, so often, that wisdom’s clarity eludes us.
Occasionally, it slaps us right in the face!
Sometimes, we can gain a greater understanding on reflection, when you are not swamped with less useful brain activity… but sometimes, not.
Never Tries #1
Sometimes, we create in what appears a void, and yet, we cannot exclude ourselves from the process.
Never Tries #2
And that process… well, we just have to trust in it, no matter how scary that can be.
Never Tries Dr Monium #1
Sometimes we just have to trust in the process, else would we ever start out on the journey in the first place?
Never Tries Dr Monium #2
Some random musings for some rather random, if not slightly intriguing work.
Isn’t it strange … if we can just respond to impulse without question … what may be the outcome? Not to stop and question, but just do. You may end up with nothing exciting at all or It may sing to you in joyful voice or perhaps, make you groan inwardly. Whatever the outcomes are (and many of mine are languishing at the depths of the rubbish bin) there may be some that you want to capture for examination and enquiry… these are a couple of those moments.
Quite fascinating the choice of angle for the photography…. I didn’t read the text on the pieces until I looked carefully at the photographs…
From the core, an eruption of significant emotional magnitude penetrates the outer shell.
The outpouring is chaotic yet strangely structured, but always hard to predict.
The waves of internal detritus and debris are powerful and all consuming.
Those close enough to witness this explosion are never unaffected.
All ground beneath us shifts, cracks and dissolves the solidity that holds one upright.
The vibrations are felt for hours afterwards, slowly but surely their magnitude dissipates until, eventually, all is still.
This stillness, an uncomfortable calm, both quiet and loud in its silence.
Eventually a soft noise breaks into one’s consciousness, like a chink of light cutting through the rock that veils the valley floor, illuminating our path.
The reality of one’s very existence? Perhaps the way forward?
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