I am an artist, craftswoman, poet, musician...and occasional physicist. I weave histories and form together, creating objet d'art driftwood sculptures.
Saturday, 24 March 2012
Works in progress
Work on Lysithea has stalled, as not only did I drop her beautiful box, but I also found myself pondering on how best to present the poem inside the box. A visit to the Paperchase on Tottenham Court Road, with my good friend Richard, soon put me back on track!
Monday, 19 March 2012
Merwood Website
I was working on my Merwood website with Tim this weekend. It's looking fantastic! Hoping to go live in the near future :)
Thanks Tim!
Thanks Tim!
Tuesday, 13 March 2012
Lysithea poem
Here's the second poem. This will accompany the carving in her box.
Lysithea
A box without a lock, lost.
Liminal,
My feet on the sand
Caressed by the waves.
Walking between
The feathers, fish bones and driftwood,
Stones send stabs of pain through my feet.
Searching the rocks,
Frantic,
The cliffs raging above me,
I look to the sea.
A box without a lock, lost.
Liminal,
Between the land and the sea,
Sand beneath my feet,
Waves meet my outstretched hands.
Wednesday, 7 March 2012
Oceanid
I've been working on a few poems with Lysithea as my muse. Here's my first stab at poetry for, hmm, over 9 years!
Based on the idea of the 3000 Oceanids of Greek mythology (Lysithea being one). Each Oceanid was associated with either a spring, lake, river, sea, flower, or cloud. Once together and happy, now scattered and broken. The idea of dead coral came from my memories of snorkelling off the coast of the Dominican Republic, where there are many small coral reefs, slowly dying out through fishing methods and pollution.
Oceanid
Golden brown skin,
Now pallid.
Her voice,
A single silver thread,
Winding around dark rocks.
Searching,
Through seaweed forests,
And dead coral,
Alone.
Based on the idea of the 3000 Oceanids of Greek mythology (Lysithea being one). Each Oceanid was associated with either a spring, lake, river, sea, flower, or cloud. Once together and happy, now scattered and broken. The idea of dead coral came from my memories of snorkelling off the coast of the Dominican Republic, where there are many small coral reefs, slowly dying out through fishing methods and pollution.
Guest blog
Wow! I'm really excited to finally have some of my work out there, and stoked that there are people who want to know more about what I do. Big thanks to Nicole Bates who invited me to write a guest blog for her site. I'm this Wednesday's featured artistic outlet.
And big thanks go to Brenda Gratwicke who introduced us both.
And big thanks go to Brenda Gratwicke who introduced us both.
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