Most of my sculpture involves white muslin. Playing with the fabric and the tiny offcut shapes reminded me of wings – bird wings and angel wings – fact and fiction, the here and now and the not yet…
Between my escapes to Japan, there is life in UK.
I write, I draw and I sculpt my way forward. I have exhibitions, I make an effort not to create in isolation. I blog and tweet.
And I stack up a load of stuff that I think about sharing, but get riddled by doubts…life is so full of fleeting moments and I’m not sure I want to freeze them in the public domain. But equally, the public domain is so full of the concrete and the fixed that I enjoy the experience of some ephemeral, briefly held thoughts and ideas on their way to becoming; ideas in the process of forming, capacity in the process of growing. I’m working my way towards a new exhibition – exploring notions of reality, possibilities in evolution, conversations on kindness. I’m writing, making and watching connections form and reform on their way towards a state where I will let go of them.
I will let go hoping they will make their own connections, spark thoughts and ideas in other minds, speak unknown languages of meaning and emotion to strangers I will never meet:
I seek in vain
the wonder,
the small and obvious
wonder that currently escapes
my frozen brain,
but one day soon
the: ‘ahhh yes why
couldn’t I
think of that’
will envelop me
in its own familiar
embrace.
Right here, right now
I know that miracles
are stuffed with joy
and that, when joy
spills thin over days
and dark empty nights
miracles cease to exist.
The stoic plodding
of fate appears
like a handrail, a grab-rail,
something to cling to,
a tool to temper hope;
to keep it
from breaking
your heart.