Getting in the swing of it.
My friend delivered a surprise bunch of rosemary just when I needed it. Love is all around. My art making station. Inside looking out.
Sculpture making now I have chicken wire
Exercising and gathering art provisions for quarantine
A well needed outing. A cycle, a swim, a laugh = a whole new woman….I feel renewed.
Dartmoor. Wind as medium.
Cycling the backstreets of Plymouth, Devon
The back seems more attractive to me right now. I made this canvas at Plymouth College of Art…it’s the first canvas I’ve ever made and am proud of it. So much so I want to paint all over it and appreciate all its folds and craftsmanship. And also because I don’t want to run out of things to paint on…..
a quick self portrait
South of Plymouth, Devon Side to Side with Brian’s work
I’ve been having SO many baths. I think it is because I’m missing human contact and wrapping myself up in warm water makes me feel safer.
Sorry mine is from Saturday…I ate some old cream cheese (silly) and got a mild, initially mistaken for an unfair hangover, food poisoning….relieved it wasn’t CV19 but still it battered me and left me in pain. It took away the delight that was getting me through this – food preparation and eating. Don’t take any chances with food, just because you can’t go to the shops…I was more fragile than I thought….
Barter system in full swing in Plymouth. Side to Side with Brian in Chicago
Cycling round on my own exploring my new town. You can come round a corner and discover delights like this. These hills are getting me fit.
My favourite flowers. I picked them…I needed them.
Made a video of a performance piece for an online presentation for Plymouth College of Art. I’m doing an MA in Fine Art and it’s on ‘The Complexity of Identity’. I’m expanding the field of self portrait. This was the aftermath….