My work while studying for a BA Hon Degree and MA in fine art was in retrospect a journey of personal reflection: A narrative following personal struggle while tugging on the connectors to the power of a female growing up with the feminism of the 70s. An accolade, or a gift given to those women born in 1965, you would think? The practice indulged the narrative of the changing guises and experiences being: a child, girl, teenager, woman, lover, wife, mother. Followed by separateness, detachment, lack of attachment, the isolation that divorce, single parenting, middle age, menopause, and looming old age bring! A vortex of confusion that 70s feminism did not foresee, nor the universal representations that are static in our living existence.
I've found my niche in 3D and sculpture during my study on the BA course and continued this development by studying an MA in the same discipline. I experimented with found objects that I modified and repurposed to create narratives through the works.