A conversation

Not everyone can read my figurative drawings indeed, once a 4 year asked my if I could draw ‘properly’ like her Dad.

I draw like myself, often and with constant searching for what is actually in front of me.

At our local dementia drop – in I had an interesting exchange with someone who has  Alzeimher’s, a woman who loves to draw. First I asked her if she could read two drawings I had made while sitting in a hospital waiting area before we both went on to draw quite differently.



She described the image content so clearly ” a woman sitting heavily on a chair, resting one arm, with her back to us’ and ‘a man with unusually wild hair’.

I know these scanned drawings are feint but that is a lot of information in a a few pencil marks!

a language

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What language do you speak?

What languages do you know?




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Liquid lines

Another version of drawing together, this time literally. This piece was made by 15 people with a whole range of cognitive skill. For me it is about the unerring truth in the lines we draw and how they have the capacity to draw together.

The excitement of the piece lost me several night’s sleep!

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Liquid lines on silk: a tribute to my mother and my sister

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We have been here before

Chance comments, apparently disassociated, provoke thoughts  too fleeting to capture. An essence of something, just as a drawing strives to capture that moment.

Identity too is fragile often morphing from one form to another as are relationships:  fluid  forms washed around like the drift on a beach by the tides, collected in one place, deposited in another only to be re-located again and again.

But sometimes something essential is revealed, maybe just for a fleeting moment, a reminder of what endures. 
10 Threads capacity for friendship

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Enduring threads: capacity for friendship




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Thinking on a blog

Lots of thoughts.


What is sadness? who is feeling sorry for who?

Why do we want to get to Mars? where will we find language to communicate when we struggle here on Earth?

What happens when we drop into a mark, let go the inhibitions allow curiosity?

why not?

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So today I started to explore the cut out drawings I made on my first visit to the brain bank in Salford.

I set out with some idea of how I might approach printing images, using stencils and ghost prints. What I forgot was that firstly I always struggle with the mirror image aspect of most print making but add to it the cut out of the stencil: the seduction of both positive and negative and then the materials interacting with each other.

The images are not dry to scan here but they showed me something unexpected, playful and at the same time something that may have already been there, like the figure inside the block of marble.

And I was using my brain.

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So as I assemble the days of my life, actually re-assemble might better describe the process, the actions stimulate thinking , discoveries. Perhaps it is obvious, but the more I stitch the ‘days’ together the more I learn about the material I am working with.

6 years of 'days'

6 years of ‘days’


There’s the reminder about the paper, why I chose it, what has happened to it when I have coloured it. The noticing how the unique marks on each piece are gradually obscured by the next pieces, that for a time, allow the earlier pieces to have a presence until they are finally obscured. I thought this was like memory but actually memory pops up in random ways. Chronology is remade.

There is also the realisation that stitching loads of single pieces of paper together takes time. This then allows that nagging question of why? why would I do this. Current answers in my head are ‘ to see what happens’, ‘no different from mixing  paint’ ‘ large works take time’, how else will I learn……………

Today I am on year 11 each stitch showing me something new

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