A collaborative, creative writing project between a writer and 3 makers. It starts with a conversation. The writer and the maker meet where the work is made (home, studio, workshop) and together they explore the objects, handle them, react to them, talk about ideas and inspiration, anything that is relevant to the maker and how…Read More
This show hangs, quite literally, in the atrium of the School of Jewellery. A light open space, galleried walkways high above, art deco echoes of ocean liners in their railings. Circulus has a light touch. We are offered plates of small morsels, opaque acrylic platters suspended from invisible threads. I feel immediately awkward, worried that…Read More
Contemporary Applied Arts, 8 October – 6 November 2010 The Stuff of Memory is an exhibition that evolves. At first it appears to be all about the past; how everyday objects are completely entwined with our construction of meaning, and how one person’s past is unique and yet can chime in accordance with another’s. However,…Read More
Aimee Bollu is a collector, a gatherer, an arranger of the things people have discarded and forgotten. She seeks out objects that have fallen out of use, out of society, and brings them back to life. Through the creation of hybrid objects, incorporating these found elements and newly made vessel forms, the disregarded items become…Read More
I picked up the book and knew immediately that a friend would like it. That an exploration of the possibilities from one tree would appeal to her. I knew that it would hold descriptions of the connection between material and process, material and object, material and craftsperson, that would make sense to her maker’s sensibility.…Read More
A walk from Holborn tube to Lincoln Inn’s Fields (not direct) photographs responsesRead More
A gift to me, this city. And here is where I will build my home, down lanes I can’t quite see, in spaces where the sun is fleeting. A tree, you see. Near a smudge of blue, warm bricks surrounding, inviting. I run my hands everywhere. Dust on my hands, my worn out hands, from…Read More
The lightmonger sets out his wares. On navy blue velvet they rest: glittering phials and flasks, stoppered with cork. Each containing the spark of something: an idea, a match, the light of a distant star. Every day he has something new, something surprisingly vital to your needs: an hour of extra sunshine, a quiet glow of the fire. He has forged a lifetime’s work on gathering, collecting, hunting down those elusive strains of electrons, those slivers of energy. Tomorrow, he thinks, tomorrow I start anew. I have sought out all the light that I can, from the sun, from lamps, from candles. A new adventure in light awaits: the lightness of touch, the lightness of being, a light sponge cake.
On the foreshore walk we were told that the random bits of pottery, metal and other things casually thrown into the Thames, have not moved up and down the river, over time. Instead they stay where they entered, sinking down into the mud and are revealed, returned to the surface by the tide “like a…Read More
I am a traveller of sorts. My journey has no end but transforms and develops, picking up new trails, circling around old ones. I will rest here, contemplate the path behind, the path before, and move on. I will probably return.
A note on building sites: They are hives of activity, and I love to watch people work. It is a site of simultaneous creation and destruction, both of which fascinate. There are holes in the ground, controlled glimpses into what is buried underneath. Usually it is just the tarmac topping and the crumbly rubbly filling…Read More
Tuesday 27th October 2015 starting point: Westminster end point: The Garden Museum, Lambeth A tourist walk, beginning with a national landmark and ending with a museum devoted to a typically-English activity. I think it might be impossible to have a personal experience here. As soon as I exit the tube a small crowd has formed,…Read More
A sketchbook recording the process of making, looking and finding. //e.issuu.com/embed.jsRead More