If you came for a Studio Visit this week, you would see…

A giant bag full of New Yorker magazines

Some friends are moving house and asked if I’d like these for collaging and I squealed with glee - not only will they be amazing for collage but I have about 467 papier mache projects I want to tackle and this paper will be perfect!

So. Much. POTENTIAL!

For now though they’re just in a bag under my worktable and spread across the floor, because ADHD and also because I discovered a couple of French Vogues squirreled in amongst the New Yorkers and after a brief flick decided that I needed STOP EVERYTHING and learn how to make all my clothes and/or rob a bank so I could spend $20,000 on a pair of trousers.

These fill me with an alarming amount of consumerist lust

So much post-project detritus

Flotsam & jetsam

I’m halfway through my latest collection Things Men Have Said To Me Instead Of Hello, and I’ve just taken the first 5 pieces out of the studio to hang in the ‘gallery’ (aka our front hall staircase). What’s left is an interesting constellation of paint, lettering scraps, pearls, hot glue sticks, sewing equipment and hanging/framing tools.

Books about the history of the circus

I’m worried about that poor horse - that’s a lot of squeaky chickies to carry.

The English one is about the circus in America, the Danish one about the circus in Denmark - it’s fascinating to see the similarities and differences. I’ve been picking these up to draw from, and also for research. Not sure where this thread is going yet but I’m enjoying following it.

Thermal photo prints

Asking the important questions

I can’t wait to do something with these - I have plans!

Lars bought the most adorable instant camera (it’s a kiddy one - bright yellow and makes the silliest noises) and it prints the pictures thermally onto this special paper. The images have this really cool, gritty, punk texture. We have been taking photos of everything with it and I’m seeing collage, zine-age, freaky trompe l’oeil tricks - ahhhh! So many cool ideas!

Bad brush bitchery

It’s like I can’t see them

No matter when you come to the studio, you will nearly always find a disgusting stinky jar full of filthy paint water and skanky forgotten brushes. Part of me feels bad about it and I worry my favourite brushes will rot all the way through, but part of me understands that my favourite brushes are my favourites because of how fucked up they are due to all the rotting in paint slurry for days at a time. A much bigger part of me has already forgotten they’re still there.