About
About Me
I grew up in the Cambridgeshire fens at a time when the expectation for
children was to spend all day outside ... whatever the weather. During these
forays I’d explore, gather and collect natural objects.
Despite being told at secondary school that I was ‘no good’ at art I clung
onto the notion that art was very much central to my life and had everything
to do with me.
I worked in a studio pottery for many years and in
my late 30’s I gained an Honours Degree in Art &
Education at Cambridge University.
I had my first painting exhibition at the age of
43. I am a participating member of the
Cambridge Open Studios, a group of over 200
artists who open their studios to the public
every July.
I still forage for natural materials which informs my work regardless
of the media I am
using.
I always look
for inspiration
from artists past
and present.
As an avid reader and a commited
romantic I look for love in every piece of
text.
I recently discovered silver clay,
•
it is a recycled product
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it is malleable and has similar properties to clay which is great because I can transfer my pottery skills to work it. I even
use my old pottery tools with it ... bonus! But more than that my fingerprints and struggles to create are often visible in
my jewellery and therefore bears the marks of the maker
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I can work directly with impressions from bark, leaves, shell, stones etc. which gives an immediacy and unique quality
to different pieces
Along with natural materials I allow serendipity to play a part in my work and life. So often we try to order and sculpt our lives
whereas life itself usually dictates the complete reverse.
I'm with Nemo “be a piece of kelp, come in with the tide, go out with the tide” ...well that's the theory!
If you, like me, want to celebrate the strange and quirky facets of nature please look through my jewellery collections.... BE
WARNED you will find nothing straight or uniform in my work but as in nature it is harmonious and pleasing on the eye.
A Careless Heart
...An ardent thought can make a word,
A little ear can hear it,
A careless heart forget it heard :
Then why keep ever near it ?
Isaac Rosenberg