I am giving away 10 limited edition prints of the "Remember These?" artwork this week. These illustrations come from some of my recent drawings related to memorable objects. If you were an 80s child you probably remember playing with some of these toys - leave me a comment below if you recognise any of the above! [...]
Tonight is the private view event for 'Mastered' and my exhibition 'Retrieval Cue' will be displayed as part of this show for the first time. Everyone welcome, so please come along to to Hanover Fine Art Studios at the University of Central Lancashire from 17:30 - 20:30 this evening. The exhibition by UCLan artists will also [...]
Today I'm off to the University of Central Lancashire to give a talk to the first year BA (Hons) Fine Art students. As a UCLan alumni, I was asked if I would share my experiences of studying fine art during an introductory session for the new cohort of creative students and I lept at the [...]
I had a fantastic day on Friday as artist in residence in one of the Mobile Republic caravans in Avenham Park. I spent the day chatting to visitors & collecting memory donations which became part of the installation within the caravan. I even had a visit from the Olympic Torchbearer, Rachael Whitehead, who donated her memory of [...]
Great news - this weekend my memory collection process will be on the road and will be taking up residency in one of Mobile Republic's art caravans. The caravans are a part of the Abandon Normal Devices festival of new cinema, digital culture & art. The touring exhibition form part of the Preston Guild 2012 celebrations in Avenham [...]
An exploration into the residue of memory through collaborations and collections. Opening up an individual's anecdotes to the perspective of others. Creating a collection that enables the artist, collaborator and audience to record and engage with the delicate and changeable nature of memory. Private View: Wednesday 12th September 5.30 - 8.30 - all welcome Exhibition [...]
My brother told me there was a whole world underneath my Dad's office desk. Only he could get through to the other side. He would tell me all about his adventures.
Every time we would build one. We just hoped it was 'the right kind of snow'. We raided the modeling box to find plastic tubs and watched over the next few weeks as it dissapeared.
I wonder if they see me now, I hope that they do, I will find out one day.
On odd occasions I would walk home on my own. I can remember my nervousness with every step and turn of the 15 minute walk.
We went with the church youth group on a minibus, it was the first time that i had ever been bowling. We went through a heavily gaurded security point and then changed our pocket money into dollars. I was about eleven.
Every day after school we would walk through his grandparents garden and into the woods, we were very much at home and only returned home as the light began to fade. Watches were never needed.
We had to take a clipboard and packed lunch with us. Mine was a homemade one made from steam train wallpaper and a rusty old bulldog clip. In my lunch I always had carrots, sultanas and a piece of fruit. If I was lucky I would get a penguin bar or a pack of ready salted hula hoops. [...]
I just couldn't sleep. I crept down the stairs and pushed open the lounge door an inch. It was warm and inviting with the burbling drone of a television set and chatter from my grandparents. I walked in and told them that I couldn't sleep, my grandad asked with distain whether I wanted him to [...]
I lay in my bed pretending to be asleep. The stocking was taken very quietly and returned a few minutes later, bulging with toys. I peeped out from under my covers, it was my Mum, I was only 4.
"Chase the Play not the Pay" 