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.