Have been really disturbed today by the image of the little Syrian boy whose body was found on the beach the other day. I had planned to do some monoprints of my own childhood to run alongside the drips from my dressing up clothes, however I spent the morning painting the beach where the little boy was found, and did a monoprint on it of the soldier/aidworker carrying him. There is something about that universal protective gesture of tenderly carrying a child. Spent a lot of time thinking about protection. Doing the monoprints of my own safe childhood was very poignant.
I’m not quite sure where I am going with this residency yet. I’m still exhausted from my “Secret and Sacred” installation and am only just beginning to get my head around it. A couple of decisions I have made is to try not to work in textile and to try a different approach to creativity, taking advantage of the space.
Up to now my work has been about transience, holding on to memory and the objects we use to fix memory to. In keeping with that theme, I’m starting to explore the boxes of my toys that have been following me around since they were turned out of the family loft 20+ years ago, which I haven’t yet got around to sorting! I like the idea of bringing them into a warehouse, a place where things are kept for a while and then moved on.
I’m starting with my dolls and I am going to play with my conceptual side and see what happens.