We have our first workshop on the 18th June 2019 working with the incredible Rufus Mufasa.
as some of you already know… I’m aways banging on about how there there is so little respect for our planet… as we are now being engulfed by a tidal wave of plastic waste, delivered by our now ravaged oceans…
Who is responsible…
…the globals…the corporates…the governments…
…the people who think that global warming and climate change are a myth – have you seen the weather lately!
…the people too lazy to recycle as it take too much effort…really!
…the people who can’t put their rubbish out for collect on the right day!
…the people who fly tip… if someone didn’t see me do it, then it didn’t happen!
…the people who do the ‘McDonalds Dump’ out of their cars!
…the people who go somewhere with drinks and food but can’t take their rubbish home!
…why aren’t crisp packets recyclable?
…why does our town council and county council think it’s ok, to leave building materials, signage, barriers, council waste etc…until…whenever?
…why do we need to frack, drill and consume more oil and gas… when there is abundance of renewable energy?
…why are we shackled by control, greed and power by our so called politicians – when we don’t want it…?
So what I can do?
I can use my creative talents to inspire, encourage and galvanise my local community, people globally to get connected with their environment, to be custodians of all that is beautiful on our planet…
On the 28th Dec 2017, Ray and I and the boys visited the Brecon Beacons National Park, and took a walk amongst the Waterfall Country – we walked further than we thought and getting back was a challenge due to our health issues, but we got home safe and sound,
On route amongst the Snow we found some beautiful images to photograph, I was really taken with the ice puddles, that had re-frozen, creating a crazy mix of shapes in delicate tones and incredible lines, formed by humans and nature combined. This is just a snapshot…
For the last couple of years I have been drawing and photographing grasses; fields, sand dunes, gardens and single blades of grass.
It has made me think deeply about how we respond to grass; as a source of fuel, documenting our travels and journeys, defining status and power and challenging our perception of what we believe.
Out of this exploring of how I feel and think about grass, its energy, the power it delivers, political position and what it gives us when we see fields of grass for the first time, it is now time to develop various participation projects; looking at how others respond to grass, looking at a sense of place, mobility, energy and solitude.
Its been just over a year since I last posted… what the hell is going on… have I nothing to say? I think not… so why I haven’t been talking… doing… posting? Who knows?
I have been working on my grasses project; drawing… photographing… painting and getting a Artist Resident commission from Dawnus…
Has that taken me a year? No… so what else… thinking… oh yes a new job helping me get back in the work place after being ill and not been able to work for a few years…
Trying to save an historic school that I live next to… our Burry Port Town Council are pathetic… shameless and have gone for that cliché of knocking it down and shock horror … building houses on it… So that brilliant idea of creating a public space to nurture creative endeavorers… has been lost to my local area… looking for a new inspiration…
More… I have got together with a group of creative likeminded women to form the Gwendraeth Arts Lab… and this week we found studio space for us… brilliant news.
If I stop now – this is likely to get posted… so here goes… and more to follow…
I have been working on some pen sketches while I have been having a migraine, they have been quite a revelation to me, discovering my face and the sensations I feel while I have a migraine. Also how I react to the intense pain.
I am going to present these to my neurology consultant when I see him next, it’s better than keeping a written diary and explains what is happening where and when to my head.
It has also got me thinking about when you are in hospital and the doctors ask you “…on a scale to 1-10, and 10 being the most painful, how severe is the pain?”
I am always saying 11, on the measurement of pain homage to ‘This is Spinal Tap’.
Then they say “…describe the pain?” ‘…hot poker in the eye’ (how do I know what that feels like? – I can only imagine, so must they.
So I use colours, and the feel of objects; colours; like white being intense pain, red very painful, as too orange, then blue and green getting a solid pain. Re: objects for the type of pain; I like cold steel, water, white noise is random radio frequencies, and an untuned TV (old school!), sharp wire and glass to describe the levels and types of pain for my migraines. I hope then they (doctors) can get a sense of how I am feeling.
I have the ability to show how the pain is effecting me and the level of pain I am having through my art – it will be interesting to see the response I get from my doctors when I present my sketches to him when I see him in a couple of months.
There is some really inspiring work by the photographer Lorie Novak a fellow migraine suffer, that you should definitely check out, which I just came across today, one of her projects is the Migraine Register.
…had a wonderful time away up in Welshpool, staying in a converted barn at Tynllwyn Farm, the area is stunning, rolling hills, sweeping fields, historic building littered everywhere and endless inspiring scenery.
Ray my partner & I took all three dogs – the boys, Basil, Bryn and Qi – it was quite an adventure – puncture before we even got going! But it was lovely to see my lovely aunty Sonia and check on my mum & dad’s graves in the incredible location of Maesgwastad Cemetery in Welshpool.
I have been struggling with my art, for months but I ploughed through my sketch book page after page doing pencil sketches of the landscape, some memory ones too – while we were still at the cottage… I also got the Nikon out and took loads of photo’s – still struggling with light!!! Basil modelled for me as he bathed in the sunshine – he also did an incredible thing when I went over to my Nan’s grave to put a pot of daffs on it he laid right on top – I got rather choked – but raised a smile to my Nan – she absolutely loved dogs and had all waffs and strays in the house.
So now feeling inspired again – so now planning a larger piece of art work from the sketches I have done from the trip – so keep you posted…