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 .


Love notes in a tin

Though the subject vague Jo put a face to counting

Stop reflect think

You might change what your going to do next
Pex appeal what’s the next appeal

I wish I was more like you

You like me because I’m me

“Documenting Madness”

Scan to print and on electronic tablet

Nothing is exactly the same always evolving

Make a conscious effort to way things used to be

Photo shoot image trace & vectorise / black white to software

We got laser in the workshop 3ml Perspex pane
Get those love notes into the light
Nothing is worth anything if it’s easy
Sheet one 16 notes that’s how it’s going to be
Take heart press start
Bring those notes into laser light.
Black engraving Green to cut
Settings for success
Love notes in a tin


Popped up memory

Popped up memory

Popped up memory

Pastel popping Mama

Pastel popping Mama

She traced the building
With her finger
“It’s Wood Street”
Then she cried.
She danced there on D day.

Stroke Survivor

Tough and gritty feeling thwarted

Laying on her bed

What you been up to pastel popper?

With sunlight in her bouffant

Thought and intention spilled out

From chalky depths

Colour memory

Colour memory

Influences Of Love



Playing guitar or chasing dust
Painting to washing up
Drying oil bugs me
A picture emerges
Without relating , it as no reality
Got to be able to relate to the picture
People or something else

Always had trouble spelling
He bought me a I Pad
Fretting about the folding stuff
Holds me back
Keep pish’ing it out
Conscious though edit for me
Words don’t stop the vehicle moving
Could be jumbled
Convey thought don’t worry about not knowing the cleverest words
Now going to wash up.

Holbeck at night

Holbeck at night
it’s a wonderful sight
looking for dark arches
it’s left park up
be quick holding up the show
kids in a new hiding place
spirits soar a firm response
I choose the oar
hot water bottles blankets it’s cold
wine flows a pound a slug
ruby ruby ruby mac when will you be back
A firm of poets
Holbeck at night


Red Purse 

Experiment try new materials
new techniques, new goals.

We know
there’s fun in asking questions
if you stop it’s the end of the game
seeing beyond the day.

The un created
ideas positive chain reactions
life as a rhythm but we run out of time
hear the beat keep it simple
In a short tweet.

For better or worse
your in my red purse
because it was worse to be without you baby.



A Space between Us

Love chemistry music and poem !

Funny maybe it was
negatives on the brain
with speed I got the main
I got you
mellow bass tones interpret moods,
4 strings resonate
a series of notes
chosen “spontaneity ”
trying to make things fit.
you loved me then
you love me
the viewer can see the objective
a means to an end
art evoke emotion
trying to make things fit
love in the spirt of fire.

if we knew what it was
it wouldn’t be what it is
don’t change it
just know it works
when you get something special
it’s not just something that will do
it transcends the ordinary
your hoping it is always going to get somewhere
trying to understand it
cos love is
the greatest


Things Change

Things change

There is something you can change
your outlook on the situation
learning to accept what you cannot change
view more positive
looking for ways to cope
rather than drastic means to end it
you start to take a measure of
control of what seems to be an uncontrollable situation
The common cold of the mind
anyone can get it
it can be treated
things change.



Our Dad he worked the coal face in more ways then one ,he loved us all in different ways . Coaxing the form out of the darkness needles fingers and oils.An urgency spurred me on the more I focused the less I was aware of what was going on around me the out come unknown.The tool kit there invisible in plain sight if you can be a self starter talent channels itself into other directions .Motivation to create what you want is reward enough but a tattered tenner or twenty occasionally will assure us our ideas have value. Self motivation…involves focusing the good things that happen to us make a list and reflect harnessing the power from within that’s constructive.



Nostalgia Studio and Space

When the future looks unattractive we spend more time thinking of the past.You my have prospered emotionally there’s no guarantee will that continue ? we have to take charge now.I’m in a different place from we’re I started vital art development 6days 6 weeks none stop into a studio lone but not lonely the year went by fast.A painter is like a traveller with every first step finding new ways unable to stop left or is it right .A clear line without clutter absorbing the cost along the way ,we lean in and slow down .Bring past experience to bare art is as varied as our needs innate power drawing us in if we are not care full takes over concentration to isolation.
The most important the ones closest are the ones that help us the most
quiet ways my gal Maxine and David .

Constructive development we calculated the cost after – rent/ petrol/ parking/ food and drink though I recall losing weight went through two grand a tool at the right time. Use influence from the past does not fit into the present you’ve got to find a better way of working .I’m not interested that much in nostalgia I’m part of it the gentle annoyance.

Nostalgia is not what it used to be

Dashboard but not fingerboard word press to a new page
New links oh no I have to make sure it’s embed in blue.

Conscious thoughts edit for me

We pummel ourselves we think we’re broken
That’s were I want to be.

Don’t hide inside others to be seen
The world it’s good with that
Someone asked me “what is your practice ?
Its part of the process of change you see.

Concepts inherent in everyday materials life
we pull out help from inside
but at the same time it legs us up
That’s how it is .