Love notes etched on the heart 

Love notes needs a little repair from time to time 

Just like the love that inspired them  

“Words from the heart morphed into art”

One hundred and ninety two love notes 

Etched canned heat

‘Come and see -choose one 

I’ll cut it for you’

A little product made just for you postcard #1

Like it Presents/Presence new show 

28thNovember – 10th January

In Sheffield you know Cupola Contemporary Gallery 

 
I hope that my work reflects and transmits,even to a small degree the exhilaration and joy I feel when I created them. Tech support has been a pleasure without which reinterpretation would not be possible giving us a presence.

Poem

Sit yourself down 

Take a look around 

Colour to invite 

Big interest in a small space it’s a new life for Lovenotes 

Road swings round for better things 

Take a right to your delight 

  

It’s a Little Bit Funny 

It’s a little bit funny 

With art there is no rush 

‘Love notes’

The way we were is still the way we are 

You can draw a line but a line can draw you 

The door to improvement is a jar,open it wider

Purple chair red door open to view 

Silence pitter-patter 

It’s a little bit funny with art there is no rush 

With fierce in the foreground looking like basil brush

I like the purple chair

If you wait to blog your mind does fog

Writing is sunshine do it in your own time 

It’s a little bit funny with art there is no rush 

In our expressions we realise who we are only through the effort of expression

Who we are who we are becoming 

Time up 

Leaving the the purple chair 

Green to go 

Epiphany.  

  

Love Notes 

Once you get a certain distance into a project it begins to take on a life of its own,talking on momentum you 

have to go with it. By challenging the singularity of art making at the same time enriching my own practice 

growth takes place. “Love Notes” is more than a memory it’s imminent.

I feel happy to be invited into the Epiphany Gallery Wakefield for the May 27th Artwalk. From Cole Porter to Canned Heat blame it on the boogaloo beat, musical notes can stir the soul love notes can melt the heart 

A walk in art is a new walk daily 

Opportunities abound 

Jo puts a face to accounting 

I can be a artistic director be it only for Tuesday’s 11 – 3 from the the ninth of June for five weeks.

I’m putting you in the picture please come to see us the Red door is open

The Epiphany Gallery Wakefield.

                                                                                                                                  
   
 

Find it

In the reality of life there is more space 

Opening up like a box 

Mental space 

Suddenly you find a spare room 

Looking for ways to improve

Purpose 

That’s life working with yourself 

Sometimes there’s little to draw on

We get hungry, peckish looking for nourishment  

mining family

our dad

 Blame it on the boogaloo beat .

International Women’s Day Commission

If you wait to blog your mind does fog

Writing is sunshine do it in your time

It’s been awhile

Proposed art

Looking back to Hollywoods golden age.

She left a Hedy parfum

Strongly believed in cultivating inner strength 

The essence of a creative spirited woman

By doing the work on an invention she was ahead of her time 

Inspiring others to find confidence to uncover potential.

I looked deeply to see and to feel 

Process still in my head.

I find fun in being able to source my materials visiting Schofields reclamation yard. The beauty of reclaim is that you never know what you’ll come across what gems – that something special 18×24 piece of Slate .I found my self working against the grain unable to stop each stage at a time .Big thanks to David great tea maker in our house .

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Love Notes

Emotional memories escape
Get them back
Value them
Showing people round
Digital
Roller coaster
Changing the way you think
Let’s talk of our life…Loves schemes .

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To the studio I go
On a Wednesday just like before
Remember slow speed / higher power
400/15 setting for success
Power on, there’s no light its out
One sheet does plenty
Broken pieces still to cut.
“Jills got some perspex& she wants it painted black
No other shade will do she wants it painted black
It’s her last piece of perspex which she painted black”