‘This old love’

I cram read in the Summer. 

Throughout the year, I’m often hanging on by a thread. There is kid stuff, kid notes, study for me and them, appointments, haircuts, shopping, cooking, washing, gardening – and still trying to find one on one time for each family member.

So, reading is the first thing to go. I can manage a few articles, a quick flick through a magazine. But the minute I see a spine, binding, and a reasonable strength cover on a publication, I’ve got no time. Not till Summer. Then I read 11 books. 

‘Cosmic girl’

I had a little piece of Lino left over from another print I had made. It was long and thin, and looked like a bath. I snippedoff the edges, and in she hopped. I tossed up between bubbles vs no bubbles – and went with galaxy instead. I had bought some lovely indigo, which I thought might be a nice change from black.

Here she is, blowing a bubble. Cosmic girl in the bathtub.

Ink and grout {making}


These sweet cheeks are from my First lady~like Lino print. 


I tried to replicate the same vibe in glass. This little piece is for the DWB/MSF art auction to be held in early 2017, organised by the incredible Lin Schorr. A great deal of work goes into making this happen year after year. 

Thanks Lin. You are super cool.

Looking for gesture {making}


A bit of a collection has started. Mosaic tools and pieces of glass are packed away on the shelf while I work through ideas and sketches and spend time digging out new images. 

I am absolutely trying to capture gestures. Humour, whimsy and deep feels are what I’m aiming for.

Numb & getting colder.  

November 2016

Sunday is studio day

I remember when I was just a little Emily, maybe 10 years old. I looked up the meaning of my name in a book, filled with definitions of flowers, oceans and honey bees. And then I found it. Emily! Completely deflated in that moment, as I read the word ‘industrious’. What the actual f@*k?! Who names their baby after a factory? Mum. And Dad.

It took years to process this information. And I questioned their brick and smoke stack decision for many years. Until now. Now I’m ready. Ready for industry. Ready to be industrious.

Today was a great day, blissed out on ink fumes, while being absolutely Emily. Industrious.

Didn’t get any washing done. Let the chickens free range instead of feeding them. Didn’t mop the floor. And most definitely did not qualify for a 10,000 step kind of day. Did I mention my pyjamas? They stayed on way longer than they should’ve too. 

I had made a few mid week carves and come up with two Lino cuts and was pretty keen to see how they turned out.

This one was first. And surprise… it’s me. It is. Morning functioning is not my thing. Unless, coffee. I’m lucky to have a partner who knows this, and delivers one every morning to the cranky, bleary eyed monster that I am in the a.m.
The next one – a little more depth involved. I have been drawing up a storm over the last month. Filling pages with parts of me, once upon a time.

 In this one I was remembering, the absolute agony of the loss of a great love. Remembering the feeling of cushioned lips pressed on a warm forehead. The forehead kiss gives the gift of many things; calm, comfort, patience, respect, adoration, preciousness and love that seems truthful and unconditional.

Heavy and light hearted – one balancing out the other.

A Sunday session ensued, slowly reclaiming my studio from being a Winter snuggle space to a Spring hang – taking the tape down in one long strip that had lived firmly for 6 months between the joins of the doors to keep the chilly drafts of  minus degree months out.

With these two cuts in tow, I inked up and waited for the ultimate treasure to reveal itself. Printing is like opening birthday presents, taking a blindfold off after whacking the belly out of a piñata. The uncertainty and following reveal is a bit of a high that I don’t usually experience on a Sunday morning. Noted….aaaaand happening again soon, make no mistake.

Found me some Mansionair and rolled like the dickens to reveal these treasures. I pegged them up to dry and drew up my next batch.

‘Exit song’ October 2016

‘Remedy’ October 2016

‘We are the tide’

I started by naming this drawing, ‘Saucy minx goes swimming’. I have tossed aside mosaic, and have found a new love; printmaking. I adore dry point etching and lino printing.

I hit the Art shop, and got the sweetest Swiss tools – which make the whole process so much more intuitive and simple, because they cut so well and fit in the palm of your hand. I decided on this image, pending Summer always brings out the water loving images in me. I gave her ruffle bum black bikini bottom to add a bit of mystery to her as a woman. And to ensure the focus wasn’t on her bum – even though it was.


So, I whipped them off and started cutting away, leaving her with a great bare bottom.


And here she is. Amazing what can be done in a day.


I renamed her, ‘We are the tide’. I’m always listening to music when I make. And this day was no different. A lovely chill song by Blind Pilot. Thanks guys – great title. It’s always nice when the songs find me working, and leave no doubt in my mind that they belong to my art.