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Several years ago I started to grasp various handholds to pull myself out of a dark, silent hole I had found myself in. After a lot of thought I realised “creativity” was one of the things I loved but had disappeared a long time ago. I needed to create to feel fulfilled, to bring some meaning, to peel away some of the layers and find out who I was.

I found a place where, for a few hours on a Saturday morning, I could join a small group of people and let some of my inner thoughts flow into something physical. This is the first piece that came out after a 30 year absence.

Papier mache on a wire mesh frame. I like the rough texture and cracks.


Inelegant, strange, unsophisticated… but a first step on a road somewhere.

Why do you create? (write, draw, sculpt, photograph, blog…)