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Found Objects

 I have been working with found objects specifically figurines, I am interested there domestic position within our homes and what they represent. They convey impressions of character, performance and craft. And have been working with changing their appearance by painting them white and then placing them on to domestic platforms.

On a visit to The Glynn Vivian Art Gallery in Swansea I noticed in their porcelain collection white figurines and had investigate this process further. After some research this is what I found.

With the European porcelain (from early 18th century), they were making it white to try and show the purity, as porcelain was a new material (in Europe).

Many of the figures were made as sculptural objects, and were valued as such, so it would have been thought of as ‘gaudy’ to paint them.

There was a fashion for ‘blanc de Chine’ items – i.e. they wanted to emulate white Chinese porcelain

Up until about the 1780s, there were limited glazes available; there were only 5 – black, yellow, green, red, blue; and pre-1750 ceramics were decorated only in blue and white.

However, they were also decorated sometimes to hide imperfections!

Thank you Ellie at The Glynn Vivian Art Gallery for your help!

Looking through the frame……

Ahhh!!! I am fed up of justifying why the arts are important in our communities here in the UK. Will the arts only be accessed by the very, very, very few. Will Arts education only be accessible by the privileged….oh how boring!!!!!!! Oh and be thankful you have one hour of art a week in school.

Art is not about selling a painting for millions of pounds its about;

Process, experiencing, problem solving, challenging, history, politics, science, maths, literature, music, expression, vision, mood, emotion, community, sharing, understanding, listening, dancing, decision making and so much more. Art is not  only about being able to draw, art is so much more. Art has no boundaries, is not censored, unlimited, profound……………..

The photograph below I took at home. For me it captures the beauty all around us. The magic of light dancing on the wall. The amazing ability that we all have the ability to be creative. This was taken on my iPhone – the instrument that has made photography a tool to every ones finger tips.





Forest tree, life written. Whispers, recorded.

These photographs were take from my iphone at Craig Y Nos Country Park in Wales. They are reflections into the past recorded by the life span of individual trees, each ring recording natures events.

In this digital age and the prevalence of ‘Virtual Reality’ it is more important that ever to stay connected to nature.



Pausing for thought….

The simplest of things can often be taken for granted. To put it simply,  being in a state of boredom is good for creativity. Boredom can free the mind and allow for the greatest of ideas to rise to the surface. In the age of  ipads, iphones etc, it can swallow up your thought processes. Filling the mind full of distractions from the real.

I think for me personally the only time I get to free my mind is when I am driving. This is when I am not distracted but have time to relax and listen to music which allows my mind to float with clarity.

An Actor’s Pin

As You Like It, Act II, Scene VII

All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

William Shakespeare 1564 -1616

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