I dropped off the face of the Instagram world and its fine. Its happened spontaneously in that its occurred by itself, a loss of momentum that I observed and let play and then fell with. Admittedly I did get Covid which laid me flat for a few weeks, but this feeling predated that. There’s been such good work going in the studio and I’ve kept it to myself. Feeling intensely private about it. I mean its finished now but I cant let it go, I don’t know how to yet
Venus and The Ghost Who Walks
Figuring it out was tricky, to it kept as low relief as I could but have enough room for stuff
This piece will be wall mounted,; its important to me that it be easily displayed and not dependant on a plinth or horizontal surface. I want it lodged to a wall, with just enough relief to punch it out, to take up some room in an intriguing way
All the houses I’ve lived in across the world
Paris telephone token
Graveyard garden. When visiting the in-laws in Germany, we were taken to visit the family’s cemetery as a matter of course, to see how it grew.
Learning written Pisin (“pidgin”) in Port Moresby via our idol, Phantom. The Ghost Who Walks.
PTT. Paris telephone token
There’s an ancient church in St Jean de Luz, a fishing port in the south of France, which looks like a tall box of stone but inside its a baroque extravaganza. Just my kind of thing, but the element I recall, that has stayed in my frontal cortex is the large model of a ship, hung from the ceiling above the congregation. Facing the wild Atlantic ocean, I imagine its a talisman against the safe return of sailors but also brings the Bible story of Jonah & The Whale to mind. Imagine the woman who gave birth to the world and the weight of that load; every home is a womb, the inside of the whale and the hope for calm seas ahead
The Three Wise Monkeys; see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil. And the one who cried.
Old Japanese cotton pearl, becoming hard to source
No evil