Sorting my spore prints that have been in storage for over a year. This weird and wonderful print was a casualty of getting damp so had say good bye and let nature have it back. One of the best and worst things about working with nature is how beautifully varied and unique the results are but also how fragile they can be
End the shame around female masturbation.
Anxious Mattresses illustration. Part of ‘Anxiety Adventure’ project.
Mattresses are imagined here as a canvas to portray the innermost feelings when experiencing anxiety. Mattresses have become a focal point to the project Anxiety Adventure. Using commonplace objects to represent the commonality of anxiety among us, while subverting these objects giving the viewer the opportunity to see them in an entirely new light. And something like a mattress that moulds to the vert shape of our bodies, is so intimate and personal it felt like the perfect everyday object to carry the weight of the anxious statements branded upon them. Pushing us to take a second look and look a little deeper at what we thought we knew.
ANXIETY ADVENTUREYOU DONT KNOW SHIT
RITUALS ARE CALMING
PANGS OF SELF-HATEREDI DONT KNOW WHO YOU ARE ANYMORE
ANXIOUSNESS. A PARALYSING STATE.
A poem on anxiety. Continuing work around my current Project ‘Anxiety Adventure’ which deals with aspects of anxiety disorders.
When your heart beats fast
You tense every muscle
Screw your face up
Close your eyes
Try to block the wave of anxiety hitting your body
Overwhelming your mind
Images, memories, feelings fill your head
Those things you want desperately to forget
Your arm starts to twitch
Then shake on its own
You are hyperventilating
A crippling pain engulfs your body
Anxiousness, a paralysing state.
Lawn grass is probably one of the most commonly interacted with forms of nature in our lives. I’m interested in how we view our relationship with the natural world and how that relationship can feed into our worries and anxieties. I’m working towards using grass to create a living installation piece.
Experiments for project ‘Anxiety Adventure’.
Charcoal on grass. Experiments to create installation ‘Hurt Doesn’t Begin To Cover It’. Featuring lawn grass burnt with words and still smouldering. This project focuses on anxiety disorders and this particular installation deals with feelings of personal attack around environmental anxiety
Working on new project ‘Anxiety Adventure’.
Illustration of an installation I’m working on creating, featuring lawn grass burnt with the words ‘hurt doesn’t begin to cover it’ and still smouldering. This project focuses on anxiety disorders and this particular installation deals with feelings of personal attack around environmental anxiety.
Part of eliminating the stigma and taboos around mensuration is talking about every aspect of periods without shame or embarrassment.
Period sex, masturbation and generally experiencing sexual pleasure during your time of the month is totally normal. The idea that you’re dirty or ‘out of action’ sexually for a week every month is something many of us have been lead to believe is true. And that’s just not the case. Of course there are those who experience the most mind numbing cramps and anything sexual during that time is utterly out of the question, and that’s okay too. But there’s nothing wrong with experiencing pleasure on your period, and no one should make you feel otherwise. Normalise periods, normalise period sex, normalise period masturbation, and go do whatever makes you feel good without any shame.
Mandala of cherry blossom and pill capsules trapped in acetate (2017)
‘Trapped Memories’ Was a project I started in 2011, originally exploring loss of memories or the inability to access them, characteristics of diseases like Alzheimer's and Dementia. The fragile delicate blossom which deteriorates over time representing the memories and the brightly coloured pills being medical intervention, and artificial means of preserving. I revived this project in 2017, working with the same medium of the acetate, pills and pressed flowers it took on a new relevance. Having gone through a diagnosis of a chronic illness and battled with mental illness my relationship with medication had changed. I created the mandalas at a time when I relied on medication and was somewhat resentful at the dependence my health and wellbeing had on them. The mandalas are my way to try and make peace with the shame I felt, from myself and others, of taking pills. Pill shaming seems to be all too common, particularly with young people. I wanted to celebrate these medicines that keep many of us alive and well. The fragile flowers preserved by artificial means shown as just as precious as the pill casings alongside them.
A woman's 'Prime'
Starts the day she becomes a woman
And ends the day she dies.
Stop putting expiration dates on women.
Their relevance, bodies, libido, beauty, importance and worth are not determined by any time frame.
Emphasis on certain times of your life being better or ‘prime’ creates unrealistic standards to live up to. These pressures particularly face women, especially when it comes to looking youthful, having children and being heard.
When I say ‘become a women’ I’m also not classing that with society’s norms on when a girl becomes a women, she is a women when she chooses and feels like one. And from that day forward she is in her prime.
Hairy Feminist O.K.
Illustration I drew after having a discussion about how female/ femme presenting body hair needs to move from niche alternative statements into simply people doing what they want with their bodies and no stigma attached to that.
I don’t shave because I prefer my body how it comes.. in all it’s glorious hairiness natural beauty. It doesn’t matter what you choose to do with *your* body, what matters is ending the stigma and judgement attached to simply being yourself. And not shaming people when they don’t conform to what society seems to think we ’should’ look like. So I’m a hairy feminist.. OK!
Tears to water the plants of growth.
Even at the saddest times there are no wasted tears. Each one nurtures the new growth, by using the pain and hurt to grow the new person you are becoming. Growth is hard and not linear but is never in vain.
For me, Fungi and mushrooms symbol life from decay.
They have transformative properties. In this drawing I imagined being so low and in a utterly dark place. Huddled over, naked and face covered in a shroud of hair. But even in this darkest place new growth still thrives. The mushrooms will still grow in the absence of light and so will new beginnings within you. So even at your darkest lowest moments there is always new growth ready transform your dark days into lighter ones. The way this drawing is simple and surreal allows it to convey this powerful sentiment.