Rachy Duffield

I believe it was Carl Jung who asked 'What did you do as a child that made the hours pass like minutes? Herein lies the key to your earthly pursuits'. Yesterday as part of my post grad course at Artpocket studios, I took part in a 'World in a Box' workshop with Eve Pandolfini (@eve.pandolfini on Instagram), and I discovered that Jung was absolutely right.  As a kid I was always turning boxes into little houses or miniature worlds; a street of Oxo box shops, a small Victorian theatre, a matchbox home for a conker, a snow scene in a cereal box, a garden in a dish ... the list was endless. I had the occupants of my dolls house sub-let an upstairs bedroom to a pair of  Austrian dolls in traditional dress, furnished it in cardboard and made their Austrian doll babies their own teeny dolls house. Worlds within worlds. Happiness was scissors, sellotape and a set of felt tips. But when you are a grown up, you forget to be playful.  Yesterday's workshop was a dance back thro...

  This piece is quite simply an attempt to capture the contrast between the usual 'dear little old lady' archetype we are all fed, and the nature of my mother. The twee coin purse bearing a cute kitten, the lavender lace and the typical elderly shopping list of rice pudding and custard all belie the last item on the list: an instruction to FUCK OFF.  After my mother's death, a shopping list much like this was found in her kitchen, the unremarkable food items written on a scrap of notepaper in blue biro. The list had a surprising last item of shopping, an expletive written in red capitals. I don't know who -if anyone- the list was for.  The 'tongue' unfurls from the purse, ready to lash out at the unsuspecting shopper.  ******************************** Hand embroidered lilac-grey lace emerging from a charity-shop purse. 

One of my mother's more unintentionally amusing insults, 'Sex Crazed Urbanites' was the label she gave my cousin and I when we lived in Norwich. No idea why. Probably because we were both unmarried young women with jobs and boyfriends. In a city.  I created the pink neon ribbon because 'Sex Crazed Urbanites' sounds like a good name for a terrible 1980s female punk rock band. The ribbon is tied around a neon stationery box containing neatly printed words: also insults my mother hurled at me, usually if I attempted to dress vaguely fashionably, or go out to any unapproved event or venue. Of course, I never knew which venues or events were approved or not - that was entirely dependent on my mother's mood at the time. The stationery box was inspired by a matchbox of words we found in her jewellery box. I can't remember the exact words, but I remember they were nasty. The matchbox was tucked into one corner of the jewellery box- which, incidentally, was filthy, f...

This piece speaks of loss and betrayal and resilience. I had a really monumentally difficult two years 2018/19. Every kind of shit was thrown at me, and there were long periods of swirling white noise when happiness seemed to belong in another world and I felt powerless and vulnerable. But even in the darkest of times, a small part of me kept faith that I would ultimately emerge, not only ok, but resplendent.  I just had to wait.    *********************** This piece is made from layered and appliqued fabrics on a linen base, machine and hand-embroidered with metallic thread. The ruins beyond the central figure are there for the viewer to interpret as they wish- but I see a cave, ragged pennants and a weatherbeaten throne.   

Much of my current work is autobiographical, dealing with issues of familial and emotional abuse, personal identity and the fragility of ego. I am currently working on a series of purses and boxes based on objects discovered in my mother's house after her death. This image is the inside of an embroidered purse entitled 'Come and Tell Your Mother You Love Her'. Generally speaking, my work focuses on the tension between traditional female archetypes of folklore and fairytale, and ideas of femininity and feminism in contemporary society.  I work in mixed media with an emphasis on textiles, using machine and hand embroidery to embellish appliqued, patchworked or quilted pieces.  The blog is written to give a little context around each of my pieces of work.  Having 'bottled it' on the first day of Art College nearly three decades ago I have recently returned to finding and developing my voice in visual art by joining a post-grad art course locally at Artpocket studio....