Having worked in the visual world of advertising and communications for 25 years learned how pictures and words are arranged to have us believe something or to act, or to feel good, or fearful, or be part of something – that was not of my making, but part of a wider marketing construct. Now I work with the materiality of paint and printmaking and collage with my own hands to work out what I want to communicate using my own visual language.
My work is autobiographical, a record of journeys made and my experience as a female born in the 1970s analogue world of the bionic woman and spirograph who now finds herself navigating a digital age. I enjoy the materiality of painting, drawing, printmaking and collage to find meaning, possibly a resolution, a harmony, a playful interpretation, a discord. Working from sketches, from life and from memory I try to push away to find a place that is beyond narrative to lose original intention only to find something else that was before unknown to me. It is often a process of seeking the truth through intuitive action and response, letting the work speak. The consequential and the time trapping of painting – time is bound in its material. The time it takes and the time that has passed and what has been caught there is my truth of that time.
I’ve realised that my own life, history, experience, learned design aesthetic and concerns are built into my work, at first unconsciously but now I recognise and embrace that it can be what I make work about, be it joy, sadness, melancholy, love, worry, euphoria, mania, loneliness, selfishness, betrayal, boring work meetings, endless admin, domestic duty, relationships and off kilter family history, social media paranoia, weather-related mood and on top of it all environmental breakdown, political , social inequality, capitalism, privilege, empathy deficit, the list goes on. Responding to energy and emotion, what makes certain events become sticky memories and then how to make that on a flat surface using colour, pattern, form.
Accessible and if not always understandable, at least within reach, some level of understanding about what it’s like to be alive now, a place of refuge a different paradigm or lens through which to look at something that might be quite familiar, but at the same time strange.