Oil on Wood, 90cm x 60cm, 2026
‘Pillow’s Dream’
I was writing about how I felt like a dog, but not even like a dog actually, more like a pillow.
My fear of the outside world was at its worst. Unable to walk to the corner shop without having heart palpitations and thoughts of dieing. Little did I know, when I go to sleep my pillow is very adventurous.
It goes to this homogenous meadow all by itself. This polyester blob says a lot more than we often do. Expressive folds. It isn’t afraid to show its vulnerable side.
This is a Quaker painting.
Me and my boyfriend Sim decided to make a children’s book about this pillow see here.. I did ‘pillow life drawing’ workshops with Manchester College students, their charcoal drawings were sensitive – see here.
Acrylic on wood, 70cm x 50cm, 2025
‘Meadow’
Lettuce is so fragile, nutritious and easy to grow. Lettuce has such a short lifespan, like humans general existence on this planet.
As our will to control the universe continues, the many secret ways in which so many humans are fed is coming to light. No one should go hungry. These lettuces will never see sunlight or soil. LED light bars and macro and micro nutrient filled water are all they need. Nature is being packaged into a neat system. Hidden meadows inside windowless warehouses.
I started going regularly to Quaker Meetings when I was doing this painting. It is my first piece of Quaker Art. In meetings, we sit in a similar formation to the lettuces. The room is not dissimilar either, it’s just a conference room with supermarket lighting.
Like the deep sea crabs that survive with no sunlight as they’ve evolved a floating platform under the sea powered by methane. We will adapt in ways.
There’s also something of a sensory room/ padded cell here. Oppressive. Controlled. Sterile.
Oil on Wood, 1.2m x 1.4m, 2024
‘before we needed water to cool the servers, before we knew how to master the wind, when animals were just messages and promises, there were wheels falling from the sky’
I was thrilled by the invention of wheels and was told about the story of Ezekiel (see here). This is my final Catholic painting. I realised why Turner’s paintings are so wonderful for the first time. My interest in weather and the future of seasonality continues. Geoengineering. Cloudseeding. If Turner was alive now would he be painting cloud seeded skies?
Oil on wood, 1m x 1m, 2023
‘Drones in the snow’
Part of a yet unfinished drones through the seasons series of paintings. When the Ukraine Russia war was filling the global consciousness. I watched a video of a tiny quadcopter zipping about pine forests pouring bright white phospherent chemicals onto people. I also saw drone footage using a thermal camera tracking a soldier hiding in the woods, laying down. I also saw leisure drones flying around Manchester. And promises of delivery drones.
Inspired by William Morris and Hokusai’s capturing of the seasons. In a time of post seasonality and at the time unrealised Cute Accelerationism. I made the drones into something not scary. Inspired by Iain M Banks, imagining drones as helpful and cheeky but not killers. And Hokusai’s Lady with an umbrella in the snow.
I was beginning to realise my interest in flying things and the spirituality in that