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
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.
3 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 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.