Elements: Fire...

Light. Colour. A reminder to myself. That's what it's all about. In my head...Warmth. The best type of company. Stumbling aound with my camera. Happy. Pottering. Blurry. No tripod. Mulled wine. Thank you x

2006 The first 2 pieces I Ever Sold...

Have been looking to the past a bit recently. Lost my confidence in so many ways... looking back to remind myself that it will be ok. Had these 2 pieces accepted into an exhibition in 2006 and to my utter amazement they sold on the opening night. My first time! Circles again... Easington, East Yorkshire... I'm working on completely new works at the moment. Nowhere near ready to show the world yet. It's daunting... changing something that has been successful. But I need to keep moving forward.  Really, really need to do it...

Been to the Harley Gallery. About time too...

Cleo Mussi

The funny thing is that I have been aware of this work for a while now. Been reading about it. Various publications. I liked what I read. I lapped up the visuals. But when I finally got around to locating and visiting the gallery (bit of a stupid, mental block with regards to going to places that I don't know how to get to. Another example of being an idiot), I had no idea that this work was here. I discovered it. But still didn't twig what it was. Then the penny dropped. I utterly loved it. The fragments started me thinking about my own work. My own use of fragements and bits and bobs. I went to the Harley gallery on a grey sunday afternoon. Expecting to have a nice time. But not quite prepared for the complete turnaround in my own creative vision which has plagued me since. I have started working. The sort of working that cannot stop for things like sleeping and eating. Can't switch my brain off. But it's ok. Am maybe a bit pleased with what I'm doing. Time will tell.  

 I realy, really, really would like one of these pieces. But think they are very, very, very, very, very expensive.

Portfolio

Strata. East Yorkshire again. Heavily influenced by the Wolds. And by the sea. Particuarly Easington. Used to go there every year for my birthday. (I was born on the absolutely worst day possible. Dreadfully bleak). But I adore bleak.

Have always been fascinated with the way in which the lanscape falls into lines. Layers. Quite obsessed really. There is a painting by Paul Klee that I always loved as a teenager, which is kind of broken up into strata. Might try to find an image of it to add.....

I have a mottled heart

Do we ever really heal the things that break our hearts? I think there's usually some sort of scar left. A slightly tender bit that hurts if prodded...I have a mottled heart. Bio oil is helping. Last winter I made a huge batch of work (including some more of these hearts) to deliver to a shop in Hull. I was literally 2 minutes away from the shop when I went over a speed bump too fast. I can still hear the dull, tinkley clank that signalled the brokeness of every single piece. Shouldn't  have been so mean with the bubble wrap. Am an idiot.
Anyway...this lot made it to their destination intact... Phew

Graphics type people don't like me...

Always find packaging a bit of a headache. I adore good graphic design, but for some unfathomable reason, just cannot do it. For my own work I love white. And everything pared down to the very minimum. Some people I meet don't seem to get this. Really wish I could find the right person to help me with this...This is my limit. It's ok. But a long way from where it should be.

A little, tiny bit of detail (and a whinge)

Have taken on too much. Am a stupid girl for not being able to say 'no'. Such a tiny but troublesome word. Wanting to please everyone. All of the time. Hence now am struggling...Lots of promises to fulfil. This is detail from one of those promises. Am on a strange merry-go-round of fitting everything in. Hopefully will ease after this weekend (have STUPIDLY committed myself to a show). Am despairing of myself again. To make matters worse procrastination is threatening to set in too. Grrrrrr....