Launch of Beyond the Label, a project I have been facilitating with Katja Stiller with funding from The National Lottery Community Fund and working in collaboration with Ty Canna Mental Health Outreach service in Cardiff. Over a period of three months, we worked with a group of service users over Zoom to produce creative content for an animation, booklet and … Continue reading Beyond the Label Project
Month: October 2020
The Phorescent
Sometimes, just doodling with whatever's to hand to see what happens. I added the cut-outs from a random page afterwards. Thoughts about interconnectedness and sustainable communities. There's a Sanskrit saying “Vasudhaiva kutumbakam”, which means “the whole world is one family”. The Phorescent
Spinning
I didn't manage to spend long on an image today, but here is the found poem. You can begin at any point and progress clockwise. Spinning - Taith Series (08/10), collage and found words on paper.
Strength in the Young
I've been missing our trips to London during lockdown, so when the Hackney Citizen newspaper came through the door for the previous tenant, I cut out some pics of young people from Hackney who starred in the recent film, Rocks. Here is today's collage using found words. Strength In the Young - Taith Series (07/10)
Soundings
Have been in the hospital today, so feeling pretty drained, but managed to make this one earlier. I want to continue to do one piece a day if I can. Being creative helps with healing, and it is interesting to see what comes out from the found words - one from each line of a … Continue reading Soundings
Three Red Crosses
Today's work from the Taith Series using found words and collage elements. A random page is taken daily from a charity shop book. Words are removed and rearranged. This is a starting point to begin the documentation of a journey that began at the Equinox. Three Red Crosses – Taith Series (05/10), collage and found … Continue reading Three Red Crosses
Taith
"In the middle of the journey of our life, I came to myself, in a dark wood, where the direct way was lost. It is a hard thing to speak of, how wild, harsh and impenetrable that wood was, so that thinking of it recreates the fear. It is scarcely less bitter than death: but, … Continue reading Taith
