Maternal Journal Guide
I have created a free downloadable journaling template - "Mark making to capture connection between mother and baby" for the award winning Maternal Journal project produced by artist and midwife Laura Godfrey Isaacs.
Tampere sanitary towel drawing
Made whilst caring and collaborating with my son during the M(other) & Son arts residency n Tampere, Finland. I recently found this in my box of documents and art work in the studio, and really liked it as I felt it captured the fleeting nature of our time together in Tampere. Art made with a...
M(other) & Son: Finland smart phone drawings
Drawings made in collaboration with my youngest son on my smart phone during the M(other) & Son residency to Tampere, Finland.
M(other) & Sons
A series that plays with making collaborative composite drawings by me and my two sons. I bring together opposing elements, marks, motifs and characters from each of our drawing practices to explore my own maternal identity and the relationship my children hold with me.
Playground drawings
The line that begins a journey, a game, play. You encourage me to follow and trace the lines that you have made. I twist and turn on your line. We laugh together. The line that connects me to you. An umbilical line.
The child inside the mother
Tracing and copying lines and gestures from Naoise drawings, collaging these into family photographs fusing together the present and the past, exploring mother/daughter relationships.
Mummification
https://youtu.be/cKXpSno_KSM We are stuck together, forever bound to our children, always mother’s. Video from Mummification: The Egg The Womb The Head & The Moon
Higher Riser
In Higher Riser I collaborate with my eldest son Sydney to re-imagine Sylvia Plaths poem You’re as rock song. Plaths words use the metaphor of bread rising to represent the womb of the pregnant narrator.
Dust to bread
The dust that collects in my vacuum cleaner is full of cat and human hair, dead skin, lost lego pieces, cut up bits of paper and scraps of childrens' creativity, feathers from the cushions that line our sofa, sweet wrappers dropped, mud from the souls of our shoes stamped inside and lots of other...