I’m rather enjoying the freedom of my art-life at the moment. I have no targets, no deadlines, and apart from… Read more Future Gazing…

My work has never been overtly political. I often touch on issues almost accidentally as I go about processing my… Read more 760 children…

It’s the immersion that’s the key I think. To totally surround yourself with something and work with nothing but that.… Read more Bent and Brittle…

There has been an unexpected return to fabric and stitch… I have now drawn more than 100 twigs. They fall… Read more A return to stitch…

I am often interested in the ways other people manage and organise their lives. One day I might do pie… Read more Using Time (with pie chart)

I’ve become obsessed with the humble twig. So far, about a hundred humble twigs. Picked up from wherever they fell,… Read more Rules…yes/no…

I start with a nursery rhyme, and my dishevelled train of thought circles round to Deleuze and those very useful… Read more 5… 6… Pick Up Sticks

I bent down and picked up another… “Haven’t you got enough bloody twigs?” Asked my husband. “I haven’t got one… Read more Root and Branch…

So the task I have set myself, for it is indeed a task, is to play. I know of the… Read more Resetting to Play…

After my last post about the frantic activity of bid writing, things have turned around a little… For some reason… Read more I stepped onto a rock that felt secure…