F*cking brilliant. A totally bombastic articulation of things which sadly still need to be said. A many-layered, nuanced show, crashing together epochs of references. And so much work, an immersive installation rich with detailed, damning observations in ceramic, sculpture, stained glass and video.Continue reading “Off With Her Head by Lindsey Mendick at Carl Freedman Gallery”
Until you bump into the hard edges of censorship, it can be difficult to believe it’s really there, happening. But blunt refusals and denials without explanation rapidly dispel the illusion. For me 2019 was the year I started to feel some of these edges. The edges of the space that I’m permitted to exist within, in society today. The idea that my female body was somehow offensive to society. Obscene. Indecent. Deserving of censorship.Continue reading “On Censorship”
I recently collected a print of this photo. One of the smudgy fleshy figures is me. Somewhere to the mid-right, on the paving, before the road. Me along with 1,300 other people, naked, on a very cold morning in March earlier this year. Continue reading “On Being Naked”
“A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction”
The famous quote and premise of Virgina Woolf’s 1928 lecture Continue reading “Reading Notes – A Room Of One’s Own”
My notes from a lecture at IVAM on the topic of female artists.
– “Why Have There Been No Great Women Artists?” a 1971 text by Linda Nochlin, published in ArtNews. Key text questioning traditional narrative of history of art. Continue reading “Lecture Notes – Why No Great Female Artists?”