London Notes #16

On our last day I woke up in bilious spirit, poor D had to raise all his shields, but full tranquility returned the second I walked into the Shape of Light, an exhibition of 100 years of abstract photography at Tate Modern. As I’m sure I’ve told you before, I’ve been taking photographs since I […]

London Notes #13

The Barbican is having a massive Dorothea Lange retrospective, naturally, we had to go. We took the train from Blackheath to London Bridge, which takes about twenty minutes, so we could pop into Borough Market for bread on the way. D is really enjoying being able to have good bread every day here, and we […]

London Notes #12

A fair – The Shows?* – is being erected on the other side of the heath for the bank holiday weekend, so we used it as a reason to take a walk after a sluggish morning. And I remembered to take my camera, so here’s what I saw** (and found interesting enough to snap): Looking […]

London Notes #5

This is the life: Wake slowly beside lovely new husband who goes to make tea and bring it back to bed. Get up to find the cat has finally eaten; refill her bowl. Have a leisurely breakfast before strolling over the heath to the village and farmers market, find a secondhand bookshop along the way […]

Return to Normality

My exhibition is hung, the launch over, and last week I mostly slept. Hanging the pieces was almost as difficult as making them. It took six hours to get everything lined up properly, no doubt because it was an entirely new experience and we had to learn how to do it as we did it. […]

Hung Up

I’m having an enforced break while I wait for things to do stuff: the third coat of paint on my frames to dry; the photo paper and gold paint markers to arrive, both of which were ordered almost a week ago and which I, ever the optimist, assumed would arrive before I’d exhausted my stash. […]

Asemic

I spent most of today wanting to stab myself in the face with a fountain pen but the Mr., with his astonishing tenacity, saved me, yet again, from yowling despair. After some weeks dithering in the stagnant pool of procrastination I woke up yesterday knowing what to do to pull my exhibition together; I could […]

Catalogical

I have been taking (making?) photographs since 1979 when I was given my first SLR camera for Christmas – actually, my father gave me a small Instamatic when I was ten because I kept wanting to use his camera, so I’ve been doing it since the early 70s really, but I suppose the SLR took […]

Yes No Please HELP…

Feeling a bit like a puppy in a snowstorm at the moment, excitedly trying to grab every flake. On Wednesday I made one of those breakthroughs I’ve heard other artists speak of (Picasso seeing tribal masks for the first time springs to mind), and I really want to just dive in and luxuriate in it. […]

Sunday’s for Dreamers

This morning, it being Sunday, I lounged about in bed browsing the news. And stumbled on an article from last Tuesday’s New York Times about the recent raft of MacArthur Foundation Awardees. I always find these stories incredibly uplifting, and this one feels like the best: 24 creative people are given a huge amount of […]