Monday, December 10, 2018

The eyes


Testing a crap lino block onto a scrap bit of news paper turned into something I enjoy looking at visually. Been sitting in my studio, went at it with a white pencil, I think I still like it.
The eyes have it, past, present, future.

'Women,' digital print, 2018

'Women,' 2018, Digital Print

Women! God wants you, but the Devil NEEDS you! what power you have!

Amazing the stuff you come up with when you can't sleep! Digital collage. Image is from a times magazine cover I saved, probably of a very important painting. Was hoping to make this into a photo etching but black and white just doesn't work for this. Perhaps a screen print? but alas I do not know enough about the subject. will have to stick to the lazy digital print, which means it will forever be stuck as a jpeg on my computer! *le sigh*


Monday, December 3, 2018

Daphne, 2015-2018, refreshed


Cleaning up my studio yesterday I became distracted when I pulled this old piece out of a box. Its lived all its life in a cardboard box, (not unusual when it comes to my odd sculptures), so felt it was in need of a bit of loving. I had forgotten how much I enjoyed this piece, it is now hanging in my studio.
I polished up the outer wood with beeswax and sealed the wood on the inside. The photo has had more gold leaf added as well as butterfly wings and has been raised back from the wood, instead of being pressed against the opening.
To read about the piece in previous post please go **here**







Sunday, November 25, 2018

'Untitled,' Mixed-Media Sculpture, 2018


'Untitled,' 2018
Mixed-media sculpture
(pit-fired ceramic, wood, eggs and snail shells)

 This is the second sculpture that blew up in the pit. Again, I put back together what pieces I could and continued from there.









Saturday, November 17, 2018

'Untitled,' Sculpture, 2018


Awhile ago I attempted to fire two sculptures which of course, shattered. I'm not one to turn away from something I spent a lot of time on and so I did what I could with what little I had.
I gathered the broken pieces of each Sculpture and stuck what I could back together, like a bad jig-saw puzzle, I could only get so far. Faces broken and fragmented, patched up with nature, wood and bone.
'Untitled,' 2018, pit-fired ceramic, drift wood, wood, jaw bone (probably sheep)








Wednesday, October 31, 2018

'Untitled,' 2018

'Untitled,' 2018

One of the few pieces that survived the last pit firing.
A mixed-media piece, pit-fired ceramic on ink dyed board, with sticks and snail shells.
Some nice close up shots below.
Appologies for the poor photos and glare.




Monday, September 10, 2018

Swallow Photographs

Swallow I

Swallow II

Swallow III

Swallow Study I

Swallow Study II

Swallow Colour Study I 


Saturday, September 8, 2018

Giving Birth to Monsters

 Messing about in the studio, using old cast aside bits and bobs and putting them together.
 A Sea Urchin, (Echinocardium Cordatum), or sea potato, wire, gold leaf and polymer clay.









Was using an old sea shell as a painting palette. 
Added an old blackout poem for substance.

Wednesday, June 13, 2018

Mother in Nature


Portrait of my Mother submerged in the roses. Double exposure/digital image

Her Mother


Double exposed photograph with blackout poem/found text.


Detail of photograph

Wednesday, June 6, 2018

Uncanny Space


Snail Shell embedded in concrete and stone
The home encased in stone, the home becomes inaccessible, unliveable,  uncomfortable, unfamiliar.

Intimate Spaces



A shell within a shell, A home within a womb 
The Poetics of Space
'For we are where we are not'
-Pierre-Jean Jouve