Monday, September 26, 2016

New Books

Two new journals have landed in my store.

I have one lovely lady to thank for the gifted fabrics, 
passed on to me.

Dawn, you are a treasure. 
A parcel is coming soon your way. :)

Friday, September 23, 2016


Last night, I picked up a journal of mine from 2001, 
and began to read. 

At the time I was living in a small town in NSW, Australia.

August 12th, 2001

I spent the afternoon shooting film with Megan; milking sheds, farm houses, a lovely old Bedford truck next to the beautiful classic 19th century kitchen that I could only look at - breath taken by the authenticity of its contents. The man cornered in his armchair, cosy & snug in his chosen spot to watch the footy from the 14" TV way up high in the corner. Fresh logs chopped up to light the stove. Old kettles. Sugar & spice ceramic jars inbuilt into the wall. An old table with matching chairs. The afternoon light shining on the old Bedford past the old man's face next to the window. The light catches the doorhandle of the truck. I photograph it with 400 asa & red filter, my Nikon F90X ready in hand. The kitchen smelt like salami, and I liked the smell. There was a little room like Grandma's secret room - with couches  & lazy boys & a fireplace. A gallery of family photos dating back to the 1800s.

Gumboots by the door.

I craved my own home.

I loved taking photos today. We caught reflections of naked trees in water - so still it appeared as glass. We climbed through barbed wire fences to get our shot, Megan even got an electric shock & I had to get untangled from the fence. 

The lengths we go for our passions.

The act of writing in a journal, has always been close to my heart.

Making them has stemmed from my love of writing,
and always searching for journals.
Also, the act of making - working with my hands,
I would spend so long in the darkroom, which I no longer have.

I need to work with tangible objects.

New books, are in my store. And more to come.

Tuesday, September 13, 2016

Pause -

The paper, linens, 
leather & thread
 are entwining around my fingers-
weaving in my thoughts;
 sometimes I lose myself.

Blue sky calls me outside, intermittently,
and I walk in the spring sunshine -
nature's perfume trickling through the air.

The current journal I am writing in for personal use,
given to me by a friend, is almost full.

I have decided to keep one I made for the store
 - for myself.
I haven't done this before
 - yet, I feel good about it.

It is this.

New journals followed me home today. 
I wonder, 
where they will go next.
(as I typed the above, one decided to go to Australia)

Friday, September 2, 2016


Lately I've taken to creating a new line of necklaces. It stemmed from trying to focus on clearing out some of my studio stash - and failing miserably at taming the creative lion along the way. 

So, I let him out.

As you do.

Hence, I worked amongst a plethora of leather bits, fabric, trims, lace & thread - with stains on my fingers from hand-aging some old wooden spools, which caught my eye as well. I think in this life, I may have benefited by being part octopus.

I am sure many of you artist readers can relate to bouts of creative inactivity, as much as times you really do have the best of intentions to do as many things at once, in case the ideas slip away as fast as they arrive.

Grab them or they are gone, right?

So these little ones appeared. A few have sold, but I have shared the images below. I am enjoying these little things - and seemingly, happily - so are my lovely customers.

You can find my miniature wearables for sale HERE 

Back to the piles of stuff...........


Monday, August 15, 2016


I resurrected some book covers I created some years ago. 

I kept them on the side, 
as initially what I had done was measured the paper wrong, 
and somehow it didn't look right. 
I had put it aside in favour of other projects at the time. 

I knew there would come a day 
when I would find that twinkle in my eye 
and all the materials would fall together in a flash, 
to complete this little book. 

And so it goes. It happened over 3 days.

I had just enough paper left,
just enough of everything for this to work.
I love the spine, 
and will be making more like this.

The covers came from a vintage leather bag 
which I found at a flea market over 5 years ago.

Since it has such a bohemian appearance,
 I am calling it Prairie Dreams.

Tuesday, August 2, 2016

A Tiny Binding with Tiny Findings

This one...

I decided to make another Little Artist.

While searching for a lovely rustic scrap of leather,
I found this tiny antique pencil which 
I thought I had lost.

Instantly I saw it dressing the cover flap.

Once the book was complete,
I added the endpapers,
and again - in my mind, 
I remembered this tiny
scrap of an envelope 
which I had kept for years. 

I had put it aside in a not-so-safe place,
to remind myself to scan it.
So then I could enlarge it - 
would you look at that handwriting?

I turned the studio upside down 
and there it was, waiting for me to find it.

I decided that it would just spend 
the rest of its days
preserved in this little wearable.

I am happy with this creature.

More to come.

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