Silk (2016)
This work started as an old needlepoint completed by an unknown sewer, that I unpicked, leaving only these trees intact. It was a way for me to look at the stage without the players.
Collecting
Things on the windowsill,
amongst books,
on the mantelpiece,
in a jewellery box,
on the desk,
in a wide flat bowl,
in a glass cabinet,
hanging in the studio.
Coral mounted on marble
Desert rose from Andalucia, Spain
Shiva Lingam (stone) from India
Victorian wooden spinning top
Sand paperweight
Swirled glass paperweight
Japanese Meiji bookweight in the shape of a dragon
Bronze female torso
Flint nodule creature
Large ammonite
A pair of painted lead giraffes
French cast iron cacao shell trinket box from Paris
Vine knot
Driftwood from Andalucia
Syro-Hittite tomb bull
1920s porcelain mermaid
Horseshoe crab shell
Ship in a Chanel bottle
Old wood burr for veneering (olive)
Fossilised sea anemone
Carved hare on burr
Fossilised sea urchin from Morocco
Meteor-struck moonlike paperweight
Royal Crown Derby golden octopus
Old carved Brazil nut fruit(8 Brazil nut seeds inside)
Tin mechanised fish swallowing fish
Crystal Palace paperweight
Fossilised megladon tooth
Polished lapis lazuli
Papier maché birds from India, 1880
Fossilised conch seashell
Victorian sawfish bill
Nautilus shell found on beach in Oman
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Installation of glitches in landscape. Tiny fragments of tapestry are scaled up to monumental proportions, creating a pixelated, textural environment. This is a space where the real and the not-real exist together. Visitors are invited to read from books of interconnected short stories and inhabit this world.
Emotional Machinery
There was something wrong with the sea. The waves were oily and green and forest-filled, like the kelp had been ripped from its leathery footholds by a far away storm and carried here by the currents. A thick tangle of tentacles and skeins spread across the water holding bulging sacs that popped open as they reached the surface and spewed hundreds of bugs onto the undulating skin.
Plot
The crowd watches as she walks forward and unthreads a pale rose. Its thornless stem, shaven into meek concave depressions, fits her fingers.