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In the 1990s I resumed, in late life, an art education that had been carelessly discarded in my youth!  This newly discovered joy of studying began with a Higher National Diploma in jewellery design followed by a B.A. Hons in Fine Art and a Masters in 'Drawing in Fine Art Practice'.

 

My work is a direct response to events and circumstances in my personal life; such as betrayal and divorce; sickness and bereavement.  Latterly as I travelled in the Far East, my work reflected the magnificent landscape of Mongolia.  I returned to this wonderful country four times, to horse ride and to spend time as 'Artist in Residence' in the Institute of Fine Art in Ulaan Bataar.

 

Having come to the Lord very late in life, Christianity has also become a subject matter for my creative output.   I have published a book about my Christian testimony and healing from cancer, illustrated with my artwork.

 

Under the heading ‘Galleries’, on the Home Page, examples from each body of work can be viewed.

 

Galleries

 

I am a stranger in my own life

This is the birthplace of my invented people.  ‘My people’ came to life of their own accord. Emotional damage is often hidden beneath and those who came to inhabit my twilight world exhibited a degree of bad behaviour but also an honesty and vulnerability.  Here lies betrayal, jealousy, lust and anger, played out spontaneously as I put charcoal and pencil to paper.  This body of work reflects a disintegrating relationship and has been my way to express the frustrations, anger and pain of a failed marriage. The pain and anxiety of my long drawn out divorce fuelled expression through a series of huge, violent drawings and savage collages.

 

 

Life as I know it

Once the shock had subsided and the full understanding of my responsibilities came into sharp focus, this actually became quite a confusing time.  Feeling injured, trapped, hurt and not knowing where I quite fitted in anymore could best be expressed through ‘my people’; those people who took on and acted out my emotions and anxieties.

 

 

After my father’s stroke and during my sister’s illness which culminated in her untimely death, my research took me to the library at the Wellcome Institute in London and into their amazing library.  There I discovered wonderful historical medical diagrams and drawings. I find it most interesting how one’s exterior can often look healthy and unscarred whilst inside there may be rampant disease.  Also I could see a similarity my situation, with the lies and betrayal I had experienced in my marriage. There are secrets eating away inside, concealed behind layers.

 

 

Galleries

 

Damage

Damage – the title of my M.A. show that seems apt to sum up so many life changing events over a period of just seven years in my life.  Seven years, when my husband had left me to raise my two children whilst I was also studying for my Fine Art Degree and my Masters.  As far as producing art was concerned this was actually a very fertile time and gave me an outlet for my mixed emotions.  This was to sustain me through a betrayal and divorce; my sister’s cancer and untimely death; my father’s stroke, loss of speach and paralysis.

 

Much is hidden; damage and pain which we cannot see.  We are misled, misguided into a false sense of security.  There are also secrets eating away inside us, concealed behind layers of denial or perhaps intentional self-deceit.  If I had let it, this could have been a time of breakdown; a complete falling apart.  But with an inbuilt desire to create, my love of materials - ‘stuff’ - along with the necessity to continually produce work for my tutors, I was spurred on. A strange beauty can exist in destruction and decay. I suppose that I found an empathy with distressed materials, their history, a passage of time. The quiet, persistent presence.

 

Mummies

Bound, tied down, restricted, confined. Imprisoned by my battered self esteem. Kept isolated and apart, as much by design as by shame, shock and anxiety. 

 

Hidden

My sister looked, to use that old fashioned expression, 'in rude good health' despite her body being eaten with tumours and disease. She was in fact excessively damaged.  Researching for information and visuals, I was stunned by the beauty of historical drawings; from very early days man attempted to describe with pen and ink what he believed lay beneath our skin.  These visual representations of the workings of the human body across many diverse cultures were often based on scant information and even guesswork.  Frequently inaccurate, they are however uniquely wonderful.  It is ironic how the exterior of the body can often look healthy and unscarred whilst inside there may be rampant disease and excessive damage. Similarly we can put on an act to hide the emotional pain beneath.

 

 

Years later, with my children stretching their wings I too began to look outwards.  My travels in Tibet inspired me to paint large, colourful abstracts prompted by the many beautiful monasteries and temples I visited.  I then ‘discovered’ Mongolia and travelled there many times, revelling in the stunning landscapes, rekindling my love horses and working with artists from different nations. 

 

Galleries

 

Mongolian Landscapes

Emerging from a decade of much sadness and introspection to a time when my children began to stretch their wings, I too felt ready to look beyond my family home.  I had the opportunity to travel and began with a tour in Tibet.  I was knocked out by this beautiful land and its remarkable history; the colourful people and atmospheric monasteries and temples deeply affected me.  I then ‘discovered’ Mongolia and travelled there many times.  I took on the role of Artist in Residence' at the Institute of Fine Art in Ulaan Baatar and the following year took part in and Artcamp creating land art alongside artists from five different countries.

 

Horses

I decided to take a sabbatical from work and, rekinding my love of horses, spent a few weeks riding across the steppes and living in a ger.  Following on from that I spent time volunteering at a centre concerned with reintroducing Przewalski’s Horses to their natural habitat. I lived in a ger surrounded by wild and beautiful landscape just south of Ulaan Baatar.  Each day I would follow 'my' stallion and his harem, making notes from dawn to mid afternoon as they made their way from lush green meadows up to the cooler craggy heights.  It is an experience I will never forget. 

 

 

 

And now, very late in life, my life has changed again.  Having been sceptical for most of my life I am now a born again Christian.  Responding to this, artistically speaking, has proved to be a real challenge.  From a multitude of sketchbook drawings and from my personal testimony including healing from cancer, I have created and published a small book.  There is a second book on the way and I continue to draw and paint, always responding to what is happening around me.  And I have found that ‘my people’ do not go away.

 

Gallery

 

See where the hope is

In my work I continue to enjoy creating a fragility alongside a certain tension, and I still like to tell a story to express what is in my heart. I find that my anger has gone and is replaced by a calm, deeper understanding; a contentment.  My self confidence has returned and my wanderings seem to be put on hold, at least for the foreseeable future.  There is a feeling of being refreshed and full of hope, perhaps like a butterfly emerging from a chrysalis.