Once we were

Tiny Porcelain matinee jacket and diaper pants miniature sculpture, box framed under glass. The clothes like a skin an outer layer suggesting the Who within, here evoking the absent child body as a memory, crystallised in time, of the ever shape-changing idea of being, as mystery, as fluid, as perhaps undifferentiated by fleeting form.

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From Stage Moves to Still lives. From playwriting to sculpture, ive moved my theatre of life to small 3d forms in porcelain, sometimes bronze. I am an evolving artist enchanted by tactile forms that stir the psyche and touch our collective discomforts. Having tangoed with light works, sound works and word works discovering too the power of the flat surface ive begun to give breathing space to my 2d drawings and paintings. I work in oils applying vigorous impasto marks with anything but a brush, or fast and loose with ink or gouache My figural work - feet, faces, gestural bodies, - draws from a dancers sensitivity to the body as our dream machine, its facilitations and limitations, its spatial and relational interface, its expressive power, the pain, the assymmetries, the awkward, imperfect bodies full of meaning and history. You may also find grim little shamanic spirit guides, my ontoloquy on the Ur-Tube of Being, or the odd psychotic dalliance with a symbolism that once haunted my emo teens, Welcome to my arthouse of spooky little talismans that remind us who we are and from whence we emerged…