Portraits Jan 2021
Just a few more portraits in order to track how my work is developing...
Come And Tell Your Mother You Love Her
The embroidery on the inside of this purse represents the internal monologue my mother gave me through the words she spoke repeatedly for decades. On the outside are words my father said- barely visible, but indelible in impact. The purse is representative of many we found tucked away in my mother's bedroom when we cleared her house after her death. Initially we cleared a light debris of scattered rice pudding tins and all the prescription meds she hadn't been taking. Then we moved on to the contents of her cupboards. Centre stage was her chest of drawers, tacky with badly applied paint effects and tea-stains. In the top drawer we discovered a range of bedraggled little drawstring bags in different sizes and colours. Opening each one revealed a further small and tatty gift box or purse, and inside each of those, a further grubby trinket box or tiny organza bag- the sort cheap jewellery usually comes in- and then within that, a selection of odd items; maybe a broken earring c...
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