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 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
Preparation
Sheet one 16 notes that’s how it’s going to be
Take heart press start
Bring those notes into laser light.
Observing
Black engraving Green to cut
Settings for success
Process
Love notes in a tin

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Collaboration 

I did not need provocation

Nor pictures in a book

The white wall was before me

Shadow sketching look

Already there was something

My fear of doing nothing formed into shape

In an undertone I get the main

Then quiet

Suddenly like a bolt out of the blue

Music flooded in and ebbed away.image

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

Get It

Sometimes there’s little to draw on
We get hungry
Peckish
Looking for nourishment
Waiting for wages
That will never come
“I’ve paid myself”
With a little help.
We feel we know the way it is for you
Though we don’t speak your language entirely
Creating sound shapes
Brittle squishy we’re all a little wishy
Lots of different things
Life you can stop and start when you like
Can’t help it got to do it
Get It.

Jelly tot

Jelly tot

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
maxine
Holbeck at night

 

Motivation

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.

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