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.
Sit yourself down
Take a look around
Colour to invite
Big interest in a small space it’s a new life for Lovenotes
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
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
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 .
Emotional memories escape
Get them back
Showing people round
Changing the way you think
Let’s talk of our life…Loves schemes .
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”
A bonus for us both to share
Is when we have the time to spare
To come together
Both in love
It’s what we’re always thinking of
From a studio this test piece came
Work is done I’m heading home
To you my thoughts do roam
Words from the heart have morphed into art
They have become perspex prose
A clear view
You must remove the barriers
There’s plenty of them
Little annoying things look big.
Use what you’ve got
It will become greater
Trying to get it into a form whereby it can be used.
Words from the heart
It’ll rain or grow dark before morning
Use what you’ve got.