THIS IS A FLEUR WICKES STUDIO PRINT // Yep. Due to getting lots of messages from sweetly frustrated people about where the hell they can buy my prints, I’m making an online shop again. To quote Rachel Hunter, it won’t happen overnight but it will happen. Ex.Cy. Ting.
SATURDAY MORNING // when you could-should be working but instead decide to lie on the floor with your old mate and have the longest cuddle in the history of the world.
FOR LOVE // what other reason could there ever be?
CAN I PLEASE DIVE RIGHT BACK IN? // Here’s my Tracey-Emin-style unmade bed. Making a commission right now which would go well in this scene: lay me down with a gentle hand. Gentle hands are good don’t you think.
A VERY SATISFYING AFTERNOON // spent the entire afternoon in my workroom playing around with two different sets of words for two very different commissions. // words words words they are at the core of me
GLORIOUS LIGHT // sometimes I want to cry with how beautiful it is in this place when the light hits the water in just this particular fashion. Liquid silk.
PUSH // necessary signage for a confusing door // and, also, lately all I seem to do is push. Push myself to get up, to work, to train, to get through the day. Jesus I’m so busy pushing I reckon sometimes I nearly forget to breathe. No wonder my chest is so tight. But sometimes when life is particularly tough, you gotta push. Otherwise you get stuck in the horrid bitter dark.
COME HOME // Been slowly coming home to myself, inching my way back into work from the fog my mum’s passing left me in. I went out last night and belly-laughed at a joke a friend made. I enjoyed myself. It was good. // Mum loved interiors. She made beautiful homes for our family. Even though Mum would never in a million years peg yellow hessian to a lampshade, this wee vignette somehow reminded me of her. Maybe she’s approving of my mad roughness from up there where she is. Maybe it’s just that everything reminds me of her right now. Love you Mum.
PMG // omg just fulfilled a dream of mine and went up to Peter McCleavey. It was so special to feel all the history in the room. And, fck me, John Reynolds prints In. The. Flesh. Plus, Olivia is one of the nicest most approachable gallerists I’ve yet met. I’m in bliss. // wellington I love you.