sculpting the bones

I never imagined, so many years ago when I planted this rock-seat into the slope behind our house, that the meaning it held for me then would arc over two decades. The longing and devotion imbued in that ritual is now weighted with poignance; it still lives in my...

A Talisman Our collected keepsakes, found treasures from nature, mementos from travels, ephemera…these objects hold meaning for us, like bookmarks we tuck between our best loved pages. When we gather these elements together in a deliberate way, we affirm their...

Julie's Ring It was my only experience (so far) of having my forebears line up behind me. My dear and close and beloved friend (oh, all right, my best friend) Julie, turned sixty last year, and I wanted to give her a special present to mark...

Grace I started work on this sculpture when Robin’s mother died, in 2011. I’d held her, my mother-in-law Rodica, at a comfortable distance for many years, until I eventually came to realise that her constancy and her affection for me would endure whether or not it was...

'T' is for 'Teddy' This is Teddy. He lives on my bed, comfortably nestled beside the green velvet cushion. He’s the only childhood toy I’ve kept. The ritual of making the bed every morning gives me a sense of order and control in my world, and for the day to come....