Felting Project (2018)

I’ve been felting on and off for a few years now, but found myself doing more in the past few weeks. It’s a good way of dealing with stress, basically it involves getting some special wool and the method I use is to get a felting needle and stab the wool till it matts together.

img_0257-1Heart, (2018)

This was mainly an experiment that turned out well. I don’t know what possessed me to create an actual heart, I didn’t want to create a love heart as in the end it wouldn’t be something that reflected me

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Felt door

Through the door (2018)

I’ve often been told I’m a, “Landscape artist.” Although I prefer to think of myself as a contemporary artist who uses different media. Along with the Heart this was me experimenting with felting, possibly proving others point that I may be a landscape artist as the first thing I create is of course a landscape.

 

 

 

 

Felt Roses 1Felt roses 2

 

Roses (2018)

I’ve actually found myself making a lot of these. Along with landscapes something I tend to draw a lot of, since I learned how to draw them when I was 15, is roses. Like most art I never know how it’s going to turn out. I guess with making more of them, it turned out well. Then I tried focusing on how to arrange them. Decorating them in netting and adding sequins to make a bouquet seemed appropriate. I also created single roses (The bouquet ended up being an Easter present). The single roses are meant also to be presents. Surprisingly, I refuse at the moment to make black roses, although I suspect I will make some later as the only colour wool I will have left is black. For the moment though I’m focusing on the lighter colours, due to it being spring.

 

 

 

Felt Window

 

 

 

Through the Window (2018).

Combining the landscape and roses theme. First attempt at creating roses.

 

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Painting-Sort of- From Chaos (2017)

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From Chaos (2017) Mixed Media on canvas.
The idea behind this piece came from the story of Pandora’s Box. The Ancient Greeks believed the universe started from chaos somewhere down the line humans were created and the story of Zeus giving Pandora a box happened. Misery etc entered the world but so did the hope of all these good things.

Hell of a lot of sewing was invovled in this piece as the outside and some of the inside needed to be sewn together, glue wouldn’t look right.

Sheet Music on one of the panels inside the box is, “Take Flight,” From Lindsey Stirling

Painting- Centennial, Fallen Poppies

Fallen Poppies (2017)

This painting is mainly a link to my childhood. I grew up in a small town in the UK called Conisbrough, one of the iconic buildings there is Conisbrough Castle, along with that I grew up with a link to history as well as the history of the castle, there was also the history of the World War 1 monument outside it. The poppy is also important to me as well as like others it’s a reminder of the the wars, but there is also a link to my (amazing) mum (Who loves history) but collects the WW1 linked poppies because of the symbolism of them.

I have some small canvas’ going spare with no idea what to do with them, the idea for this piece was to layer up the art work. Each piece focusing on the fall of the poppy, as you grow up you realise more and more what the poppy is about. It starts off with just being a flower linked to some kind of war then as you go into adulthood it becomes much more than that.
Fallen Poppies

Painting project

3-times-a-day-7-days-a-week3 times a day, 7 days a week (2016)
One of the things about having Chronic Illnesses is the amount of medication you can be stuck with. This is some of the empty blister packets I have and decided to use. The clocks symbolise the times of day to take my tablets and the flowers are there because sometimes the medication doesn’t work and the only thing you have going is positive thinking and hope

ribs-and-heartRibs and heart (2017)

I haven’t done oil painting in a while. The feeling of anxiety had been gripping me that week. The feeling like something was tightening my chest was there.  My first thought was to draw a hand squeezing a heart, but as I painted it progressed into flowers and vines flowing down the ribs.