A little while back I sat down and made some sad textures because I was feeling . . . well . . . sad.
I thought it would be nice to stay sad, to feel my way into it and do some miserable painting but inevitably splashing swoosh paint around was pretty lifting.
I enjoy the outcomes, I think they'll work great in some images of fungi I'm making.
I was genuinely upset today to read this article about how my favourite shape of jean is not cool.
Ankle exposing, slightly tapered jeans are my life blood, they soothe my poor traumatised inner teen - who did her best teening through the all that naughties body image bullshit.
You couldn't buy non-stretch jeans for a long time.
I cried in the Levis store.
Twice
They evoke all the best retro for me - I feel kind of like a land girl or Baby from Dirty Dancing or an old woman who is riding a bike with a big basket to the market in a French coastal town.
And I shall continue to wear them until I am very old.
So help me god.
To hell with the fashion police.
Next they'll be telling me my Dali mask is not cool and seductive.
About five years ago The New Craftsmen asked me to make some videos about my work for their social media.
I made this.
I still think it's great.
They asked me to make something more befitting of a high end gallery.
I've made A3 posters of these collages, available in the shop now!
I love my flashing women. Underneath those voluminous skirts they're both blowing raspberries, just FYI.
I don't want to say much more about them, apart from that I made them at a similar time to my NO collages and they have a similar energy. I wanted to make posters of them so more people could enjoy a bit of that energy in their home.
You can pin them up or they would also look nice in these frames; I'm thinking one each side of your bed would be great.