Hand printing the service sheet for my own mothers funeral, and hand making 100’s of paper flowers to dress her coffin was a potent kick-start to a hugely creative UK summer 2024.
With 6 months untill we moved permanently to the southern hemisphere, 2024 was going to be a big summer anyway. The personal events of April gave me a kind of super power that meant i flew through the rest of my year in a whirlwind of back to back mural projects and a vastly successful studio clear-out sale. All intertwined with rainy days of packing and labelling and listing my worldly possesions in order for them to be shipped to NZ. It was a dynamic time, i even also swam long long distances in open water. My time in Glastonbury was finite and that really enhanced the importance of some things, and the irrelevance of most of the rest.
So now i’m writing this from the peace and quiet of my new home in New Plymouth, Taranaki, NZ. It has all been so surreal and amazing and happy and sad and ALL of the things.
There has not been a seconds rest since April. I have only just sat down at my laptop and starting looking at photos from the 4 murals i painted this year.
They were all amazing and i just floated through it all trusting in my processes and here they are:
Private commission in a back garden in Glastonbury. Thanks to Deb and Chris for this ladder-less wall and gorgeous lilly brief.
School commission at St Bonapartes Primary in Bristol. thanks to the PTA for the commission and for bearing with me throughout the design process, to Alex the building manager for making my week there very welcoming and to Ashtanga Bristol for the peaceful mornings i managed to fit in before full days of painting.
Public commission at the end of my road and at the top of Glastonbury High St. Thanks to the never ending community efforts of Kim VonCoels via the Glastonbury Mural Trail, and thanks to Xia Rose, an up and coming Glasto creative who offered her skills for free. Overwhelmed with honour for this one. And.. it’s PINK!
Private commission at Vobster Quay inland diving and swimming centre, Mells, Somerset. Thanks to Amy for being so enthusiastic and accommodating throughout the entire project, Xia Rose again for the assistance and for Alex Clinkard, she’ll never read this, but her companionship throughout this whole year, swimming endless laps for hours and hours around this vast body of dark open water has been utterly invaluable this summer. could not have got through it without all the swimming.
Leaving Glastonbury “properly” this time meant not leaving anything behind. This was my chance to sort through EVERYTHING i’d ever made and cleanse alot of the folders and the drawers and process it all. I managed to arrange a fantastic 2 day sale during which i exhibited 20 years of printmaking work, most of which had never been exhibited. I sold it all cheap, and i sold alot of it. i sold about 60% of my stuff and generated about 5x as much cash as i’d anticipated.
It was all a whirlwind. i was extremely present and also i kept a distance. I had my feet and my heart firmly rooted in Glasto and at the same time was floating and holding my breath just to get it all packed and to get on the plane . A process i am very gratefull for. But not one i want to do ever again.