The three muses: anxiety, agoraphobia and obsession visit on alternate Tuesdays every month. Sometimes they are generous and leave a shadow of an idea in the ruins, but mostly they leave only bleach soaked bathtubs and white spirit washed kitchens. An alter ego lives in a shifted reality, where everything floats a fragment of an… Continue reading why I’m never leaving my flat again
She goes out at dusk, picking Hemlock, Foxglove and Lily of the valley and anything else she can use for her paintings. It’s a long process. Picking the plants and flowers, drying them, grinding into dust and making the paint. Sometimes she uses protective equipment but not always. the airborne plant dust makes her mouth… Continue reading poisonous paintings
Accidental sculptures. Made by somebody else’s hand, seen by almost no-one, just me and the bin men. When I first moved to London they reprimanded me for saying trash. Trashcan. One woman’s trash is another’s rubbish.
MAFA International Festival 2019. Single audience Morgue performance. Bókasafn/Library Reykjavík 2019. 15 minute poems in English and Icelandic. Unauthorised impromptu exhibition in the Reykjavik National Library. Collaboration with Chelsea BA Fine Art 3rd year student. Working with ideas of time limitations to prevent overthinking. Doing without (over) thinking. Who will be the viewer? “This artwork… Continue reading work – unit 1