I can recognise the feeling very well by now. A twitching of neurons and restless fingers, signifying a new idea happily ricocheting about my head chambers. I have worked with collage for years and now I have found that assemblage, basically a 3D equivalent, seems to be made for me. I am most definitely an assembler, a gatherer, a putter together. Some of my happiest moments are spent careering about markets, charity shops and flea markets looking for the perfect oddity that I just can’t live without. Sometimes an object, however niche, can seem to have been waiting for me to find it. Our attachment to objects can be powerful and every object has a story and so assembling disparate objects together forms a narrative and becomes my preferred method of visual writing. Sometimes this has enabled me to recreate a small part of my world, a hidden corner that lurks in my mind. Sometimes it can be crushingly personal, working this way means I can say far more, with more detail than in any other medium and the meaning, explicitly obvious to me, can be less so for others unless I choose to explain further. I like this.
The images I have included here of my own work are things that I tend to pick up, work a little with then put them back down for a while. I think my favourite things to work on have been hand mirrors and frames which I have decorated and embellished with personal belongings of my mum. All of a sudden a collection of chosen things can become powerful with meaning and importance.