Saturday, 24 October 2009
Nothing to do with boxes but.. the handsomeness of slate!
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.
'DUNES AT YNYSLAS' BOX
'WISTERIA DOMINO' BOX
Friday, 23 October 2009
'SPRING' BOX Private Commission
'KING ARTHUR TRINKET' BOX Private Commission (3)
'KING ARTHUR TRINKET' BOX Private Commission (2)
'KING ARTHUR TRINKET' BOX Private Commission (1)
This GENTLEMAN'S TRINKET BOX was commissioned as a birthday present. The man for whom it was commissioned loves the sea and is very interested in the Legend of King Arthur. When I bought the box originally there were holes in the wood where the locks and inlay were supposed to be. These I replaced with shells I collected from an amazing beach in Wales (King Arthur country). I used pages from second hand books about Arthurian Legends and Tennyson's poem, 'Morte d'Arthur', to make the picture of Arthur and Camelot in the lid of the box, which I then set behind glass. My picture was inspired by a painting of Arthur by Charles Ernest Butler. The box measures 28cm x 19cm x 11cm.
Thursday, 22 October 2009
A little more about me and this blog
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!