Troupers

Troupers

Troupers

What I know, what I don’t know and the sense I have made about the actor Angela Lansbury. I am a bit like Angela Lansbury but I am not Angela Lansbury. I know what it feels like on the inside to dance as a tall woman. I watched a you tube clip of an American TV show in which Ms Lansbury was shown footage of herself at my age, dancing and crying out ‘what about me?’  in a song about the thwarted ambitions of a middle aged woman. The screen split and so I could see the older Angela, watching the one who was my age. We both watched.

 

The Wild Bunch Are All Dead But Once They Ruled The West

The Wild Bunch Are All Dead But Once They Ruled The West

Current project exploring my role as an artist day to day. Looking at friends who operate as artists outside of the commercial gallery system. Using the notion of the film extra or non speaking part to create space to consider the relations of care and gaps of logic in my current position.
Soup & Pudding

Soup & Pudding

Soup & Pudding

Living on the hebridean island of Lewis I am in no doubt that I have moved to a foreign country. Living inside another culture is a privilege, I have always been interested in the daily detail and unexpected domestic differences in other people’s lives. Having moved from urban Brighton to rural Carloway there was a crunching of gears, in particular a poor fit between the skills I brought with me and the skills I needed in my new environment.

In the face of Lewissian Gneiss and the crashing waters of the Atlantic, particularly in the crofting lifestyle that I had arrived into I was and am still slightly adrift, especially in comparison to women who can trace their family locally back to the 12th century with little difficulty. I enjoy Edward Said’s writings about the value of an identity not linked to place, but it’s harder to walk it than talk it. “It is therefore, a source of great virtue for the practised mind to learn, bit by bit, first to change about in visible and transitory things, so that

afterwards it may be able to leave them behind altogether. The person who finds his homeland sweet is still a tender beginner; he to whom every soil is as his native one is already strong; but he is perfect to whom the entire world is as a foreign place. The tender soul has fixed his love on one spot in the world; the strong person has extended his love to all places; the perfect man has extinguished his” Hugo of St Victor, Didascalion, quoted in Said, Edward W; Culture and Imperialism, 1993 Hugo of St Victor, Didascalion, quoted in Said, Edward W; Culture and Imperialism, 1993.

The previously unknown to me phenomenon of the ‘soup and pudding lunch’ provided imagery for me to explore my environment and the landscape in a way that opened up themes of domestic heroism and succour. Soup and pudding lunches are put on by the women of the community to raise funds for local or global charitable concerns. Surrounded by the majestic and imposing grandeur of the mountains, lochs and moors, I constructed wee landscapes in crème caramel, meringue and soup and made paintings from these models.

 

Office

Office

Office

Working in an underfunded office in the public sector. Office workers brought in toys and soft animals to decorate their desks and shelves; toys suitable for very young children.

These toys were eventually violated and subverted. I would come in in the morning to find two monkeys engaged in a sex act, or a troll suspended by a tiny noose. Most people in the office fantasised about leaving and had interesting hobbies which they fitted into evenings and weekends – a tortoise breeder for example.

The offices had many signs about what to do in case of an emergency including many signs showing how to leave the building in a hurry. For many of us, moments in the ordinary day felt like an emergency and the signs seemed to highlight the fact that we were unable to leave. A false fire alarm was cause for celebration and we rushed outside like children.

 

You are my Audience

You are my Audience

You are my Audience

You are my Audience: painted tin with leaves and sign, and slight noise coming from inside – Talbot Rice Gallery 2014.

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