We all have doubts in our practice and to me, practice has become a way to self-enquiry. PL said that that could be seen in any of my pieces already, but it was I who did not see that. This blessed time of silence and repose and stillness gives me time to understand the reasons why I am doing what I am doing. Especially thinking that the whole idea of my FMP was about “DO YOU SEE ME”: so, now, in this lockdown, do you see me? How does it feel to be here, not seen, and not cre

On 26.02.2019, in Blackburn, I have started creating the 111 pieces which represent the 1013 victims of varying ages deceased during the earthquake. The pieces will be cast in plaster out of jars, pots, bottles, or containers used to conserve food or any other perishable material. Today, on a very warm winter day, I began. I didn’t cry. I felt observed and hence tense. I felt examined, scrutinised, checked. I just wanted to be ignored. Funny, though, I was alone. Just me and

A “no” is always a “no”. I don’t think it matters if you are 18, 30 or 52; if it’s your first or the last of a long line of “no’s”. It hurts. The first thing was looking for a validation and I found only smashed ideals. Then, the smaller part of me, shrunk to almost nothing and tried to find a justification to wear on my face on Monday morning. That right look that says it all: I have at least tried, I still believe in me, it’s only a piece of work, only wood, it’s just the f

I have decided to take a risk, and have applied to take my mr+mrs dull to the RWA in Bristol. Which meant making them! I have enjoyed the process SO MUCH! I went to the Making Rooms in Blackburn to have them cut first in acrylic and then in wood: here are some pictures: The ones in wood took more time to be filed and prep. I made 1 large couple, 1 medium couple, and 3 small couples. I have then given the large couple (height 120 cm) 2 coats of chalkboard black paint and let t

As a proper pre-Ikeanist and a believer in the power of Fluxus, I wanted to create a re-arrangeable piece of art. I adapted a cardboard box (which one day I would see as a wooden box, delicate and elegant, of course), open on both sides, and I have slotted in from the top various versions of my drawings of squares and rectangles. In order to do that, I used wooden stirrers (thank you Costa Coffee) which I glued to paper. I tried with very thin paper, then tracing paper, clear

Soundtrack to this post: “Assassin Creed Theme”, by Lorne Balfe. What’s my idea of peace? I could have started this piece in different ways, but in the end, it’s always better to go straight to the point: what’s my concept of peace? To me, peace is synonym with S T I L L N E S S Hence, war is anything that drags me away from stillness and silence and quietness against my own desires. I crave silence and stillness. I long for peace. I search and sniff, explore and hunt for tha

… take me to Church. I have discussed the piece I want to create, in honour of my friend Marina Pedi who died that night in 1976 and hence, to honour everyone who passed away. I want to create a Church, using the plaster pieces I made, adding also some metal, wood, and the melted glass in order to create a balance within the elements. (bear with me, now, because I am brainstorming while writing) I also want to honour all the 978 victims, creating some 98 pieces of “something”

3D Mon Amour… Again, what an experience! This time I worked more with plaster and a series of bottles and containers. I skipped altogether the exercise with clay, and dived heart first and hands second, into plaster. My mind was racing: can I colour / die plaster? What would happen if… why don’t I try… I have filled three little jars I had at home, and then found a lot of pleasure in control smashing them, in order to save the glass pieces and met them in the kiln (!). Then,

This session, for me, has been like the very first time you cycle with no stabilisers, help nor support: elation, freedom, discovery, courage, initiation. It was finding Home. Don’t get me wrong: I haven’t discovered I am Michelangelo albeit in skirt and high heels. I have discovered the act of creating, the making of stuff and things and object, the concretisation of ideas and dreams and thoughts. I have discovered that I can be my own personal and very free Inner God: think