

Nothing to do with boxes but.. shells, oh the pure joy of shells.
Acrylic on slate. A view of one of my favorite places.
The lurcher measured about 14 feet long and 6ft head to toe.
A lurcher built on a hill using bits of slate I found lying around. The breadth of the different shapes I found really surprised me. If you were looking for a certain piece to fit in to the picture like a jigsaw, you mostly found the exact match pretty quickly. 
A buffalo head put together from pieces of slate found near a deserted crumbling building.
Slate is something I have begun to love quite recently. It seems so versatile. The very fine layered slate can be wheedled, chipped and sanded into the kind of shape you require. Thick slate is somehow reassuringly solid and makes a good base to build on. Tiled slate a good medium to paint on and then helpfully stands up on its own without having to lean on anything. The options of slate do seem to be unending.
The smaller boxes 'Wisteria' and 'Ynyslas'.
The dunes at Ynyslas.
The box measures 18cm x 6cm x 4cm



I used tiny beads to portray dew on the flower heads and bunches of beads and sequins for the blossom in the trees.
The box is glass fronted and backed, so the sunlight can shine through naturally.
The flowers were made out of different coloured ribbons, as were the leaves and blossom. The trees were made out of poetry book pages as were the insides of the box. Each poem related to spring.
I fixed the prettiest shells I found on the beach into the different sections and then varnished them. They are protected enough to have cufflinks etc stored on top of them.


There is something about a box, as you lift up or slide open the lid, that can transport you up to another lost world. You may find a hidden love letter (or a shopping list) secreted in a tiny drawer or slipped under the lining, a lost earring, or a dried flower given possibly by a long lost admirer. Treasures, loves, hopes and fears have been placed carefully or thrown willy-nilly into boxes of different sizes, shapes and purposes for thousands of years by women, men and children.
The other thing I collected as a child were books, preferably old second-hand ones. The first book I bought with my own money, aged eight, was a very tatty, broken spined copy of Dumas's The Man In The Iron Mask. I can still remember carrying it home with the pages falling out along the pavement, thinking that I had just bought the most precious thing possible. There is something about the printed page and especially an old printed page that is so very aesthetically pleasing... When I came across a very battered box one day, I decided to change its original function and add to it some pages from a similarly battered book and make something new and in someway rescue both.
I used to be an actress and found that I was very frustrated creatively when in between jobs. So I began to paint again, and to make things and write -- all things that didn't require a phone call from my agent to do. And it led to this.
Apart from the boxes and books I am inspired mostly by the sea, trees, the seasons, poetry and birds... Oh, and LOVE, of course!