

Exposure
I am preparing to be seen. Am I going to be R. B. in this exhibition? Shall I “come out” completely? Or will I be the more deeply veiled...


On Dolls
I feel disconnected from being an artist after the rupture of Christmas. I have been worrying that May will bring a great hike to the...


Looking forwards: 2017
The last blog became so constipated and paranoid from procrastination that my 2017 blog resolution is to post more often. I doubt my...


Looking Backwards: Integrating the Bitch.
I have really struggled with this blog entry. My Margaret Atwood obsession continued with re-readings of Cat’s Eye and (especially) The...


Exposing the Triple Goddess: lips, wounds, words.
I am starting to invite people to see my goddess. Her body is hanging in the studio; three heads waiting to crown it. She is hollow...


Images in Fiction – Margaret Atwood
I have just re-red three early Margaret Atwood novels, triggered by a chance discovery in a charity shop of a green spine Virago Lady...


Escape to Silence
I am reading a novel about a woman who abandons her family and home for a life of solitude and self sufficiency in the country - Gaining...


Aggression and Alchemy
“In the destructive element immerse” – that is one of the quotations heading a chapter of “A Life of One’s Own”. It comes from Joseph...


An Artist Life of My Own
Last week I visited Beth Chatto’s garden in Essex. The garden is still unfurling from winter. The relative starkness allowed me to see...