Silver
Labels:
Found Objects,
Seed,
Silver,
Spoon,
Star
Orange
Found Objects (Top Picture - Front to Back) Chicken Eggcup, Feathers, Doorknob, Thorns, Orange Eggcup, Sphere Toy, Wooden Spool, Hat Pin, Root, Orange Vase, Leaf Spoon, Clover Plate, Silver Chicken-Leg Eggcup, Goldfish Ball, Glass Bird Bowl, Green Shell, Eggshell Vase, Glass Stopper, Plastic Fish, Green Vase, Plaster Cast Egg Interior, Lichen, Cotton, Glass Orange Doorknob, Wax, Gold Leaf Pin.)
Labels:
Colour,
Found Objects,
Made Objects,
Shelf
Dream Drawings
Blue Eggs
Labels:
Casts,
Colour,
Eggs,
Floor,
Found Objects,
Made Objects,
Plate
Anatomy Eggs
Labels:
Book,
Casts,
Desk,
Eggs,
Found Objects,
Made Objects
Dream Drawings
Desk
Labels:
Desk
Eggs and Plates
Plaster casts of egg interiors, Found Objects: Plates, Hat Pins, Feathers, Cotton, Silk, Linen, Fur, Quartz, Chess Piece
Labels:
Animal,
Casts,
Eggs,
Feather,
Floor,
Found Objects,
Made Objects,
Plant,
Plate
Eggs and Plants
Plaster Casts of egg interiors, Found Objects: Hat Pin, Silk, Feather Quills, Coral, Wax, Moss, Mohair Wool
Labels:
Animal,
Casts,
Eggs,
Found Objects,
Made Objects,
Plant,
Sill
Dream Titles for Future Drawings
The cat's name
Sun
Skin sold separately
The road is narrow
The gift has teeth
And bites
Sun
Skin sold separately
The road is narrow
The gift has teeth
And bites
Dream Titles for Future Drawings
The Dragon's back
slips under the water
A childhood animal
is fierce
We've made their house
our own
You're the double
Just fast enough
to dance away
The play is dangerous
The picnic safe
Flocks of Numbers, Names of Birds (Sydney White Pages 2007/2008)
Labels:
Animal,
Book,
Found Writing
Little finger scattered over mountain
The cast of my little finger never made it to the mountain. I put a bottle holding the powdered remains in my bag and the stopper fell off within seconds. I sifted through the bag, took out the other contents, and threw the finger out the studio window instead.
Insect Memory
Object Body
Heart (Mussel shell, Feather quill, Wire)
Labels:
Animal,
Body,
Collections in boxes,
Found Objects
Phoenix Plants
Each plant has its own booklet of documentation.
The only thing they have in common is that they were found in a nursery, gardening shop, or department store (and have been marked down because they are dying).
For example: Here is some lavender - with no colour left.
The plant is photographed with each attempt to bring it back to life. Each plant is given a season of care.
The only thing they have in common is that they were found in a nursery, gardening shop, or department store (and have been marked down because they are dying).
For example: Here is some lavender - with no colour left.
The plant is photographed with each attempt to bring it back to life. Each plant is given a season of care.
Labels:
Imaginary Works,
Plant,
Time
Feathers (tagged with time and place they were found) Autumn - Spring 2003
Labels:
Breeze,
Feather,
Lost Collections,
Time
View of the Studio (imagined from the outside)
If you could see the walls you'd notice no pictures (the pictures have fallen). You would notice the light, the way it slips over the wall like a glove. Inside it is still, quiet, the air heavily hung (like an ocean). Wave after wave of light foam warmed by windows trapping the sun. Small clusters of dust glow like filaments freed from lamps. A bulb, the glass tuber on top of a marble stand is slowly cultivating cobwebs on the sill. Accidents abound. Work has been left. Cups of tea abandoned mid-sip. Dried ghosts of liquid growing in circular roots.
Dream Titles for Future Drawings
The army of clones
carry scythes
You don't deserve folds
You're voice is
left in the walls
We don't do lunch here
You're in the ice
I'm on the plane
There are wolves
and fish at the door
My blue brooch broke
we talk architecture
The cliff
has split in half
The others steal our
potatoes
A flock of horses
some gazelles
clothes they mistake
for skin
We say goodbye
you leave in a canoe
The blue bird
with teeth
Drawing for a bird
carry scythes
You don't deserve folds
You're voice is
left in the walls
We don't do lunch here
You're in the ice
I'm on the plane
There are wolves
and fish at the door
My blue brooch broke
we talk architecture
The cliff
has split in half
The others steal our
potatoes
A flock of horses
some gazelles
clothes they mistake
for skin
We say goodbye
you leave in a canoe
The blue bird
with teeth
Drawing for a bird
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