Upcoming show

I have a show coming up next month at Masterworks Gallery in Auckland, NZ.  Photographer Richard Duran came in to the glassblowing studio on Friday and took photos of us working.


Love light

A photography student, Andrew Calise, and I played around in the photography studio with big box lights, layering my ink drawings.

Academic year end

The first year is over! I am currently an MFA candidate in Glass at Southern Illinois University at Carbondale working under Professor Jiyong Lee.  This has been a year of changes and challenges, one of which has been to develop new work outside of the bird narrative that has become my vernacular over the past ten years.  My intent is not to dismiss birds from my work but rather to expand my voice; I have several ongoing projects with the birds that are large endeavors and are still on the cards.

The first semester was spent in one week projects, my colleague, Kit Paulson, and I made a work every week to critique with class; an intense period of time with failures and successes, learning about myself as an artist, how I process thought, and abilities to produce work in a short amount of time.  A work significant to me from this period of one week projects is Torso, a self-portrait comprised of layers of buff tracing paper, resembling skin tissue.  A self-associative symbol, body part, or an object that is a personal representation of time or place, is drawn on each layer using graphite and ink and including some interjections by my four-year-old daughter.  Originally this drawing was displayed sandwiched between two panes of glass, like a slide frame, and hung from the ceiling, but will be reworked as a light box. 

A month into the second semester we had our first year review for which I presented a blown glass work entitled ‘To Feed You’ an ode to motherhood, a milk jug encrusted with glass nipples.  This was a turning point which lead me to the work I am currently making.  I began drawing with fervor, using the same scrolls of buff, skin-like paper that I used in my torso self-portrait but in dense, dripping sumi ink.  I’ve created my own language again with intense repetitive nipples, each drawing is a story, a narrative in form.  From this self-study through drawing I have been developing sculptures in both blown glass assemblages and kiln cast forms.


These forms with life castings of my own nipples represent the private moments of motherhood and the duality of the mother as both sexual being and nurturer of children. Motherhood is comprised of private moments and effected by the public sphere. My work is a celebration of everyday life as a mother, parenting is repetitive and gross, beautiful and a constant source of amazement.  The dividing forms represent a division of self, the division of a mother’s life before and after babies and the struggle to retain self-identity throughout; also physically, the division of child from mother’s body and post birth attachment.  The forms swell and grow out of the wall, they absorb light and color shift throughout the day, and even seem awake at night, like icons they cast a benevolence in to the room. 


I’ve begun using my home as a sort of installation space, observing them throughout the day, how they effect and are effected by their environment.  Major changes in my life have had me reflecting too on home. A woman, a mother, grandmother, great grandmother, that I met recently said something important to me, that the main role of a parent is to be home to your child.  Home in a family, home in a partner, home in friendship, home in oneself. 

Selected works


I have been developing this idea of the birds for about 10 years.  I don’t think I do so in a way that is repetitive; they are constantly changing as I push my thoughts and myself further.  When I first began with this idea of smashed together birds it was (and is) because I felt compelled to make them, over the years I am constantly assessing myself through them.  Whilst they are deeply personal I feel that they have a humanistic quality that the viewer responds to –that is the goal of my art, to arouse a reaction from the viewer.  I believe that beauty is an important catalyst for the more difficult imagery or ideas they present.  I went to a lecture by Warwick Brown, who wrote Seen This Century, where he stated that Rita Angus’ paintings were less important than Hotere’s as they are beautiful.  I struggle with statements like that, I feel that is a very male driven perspective. 

Judith Schaechter’s stained glass panels are awe inspiring, the work always beautiful and often uncomfortable. Her mastery of skill is crucial.  In her June 2013 lecture and essay “Kill Skill” published in her blog ‘Late Breaking Noose’ she wrote “To make something deliberately difficult and with passion and reverence towards process reveals the true nature of creativity.  We create for one reason and one reason only: because we love it so much we can’t bear to live without it.” She goes on to say “The point is to make a sacrifice in the name of love.”  When I am really involved in an artwork I cannot function well in anything but in making, everything else I am supposed to do is a distraction.  I stay up late at night assessing details, translating my thoughts into something visual and tactile.  Schaechter talks of the artist sacrificing themselves to their work: “It implies devotion, piety, worship and loss.  Sacrifice is the very crux of what makes art beautiful, meaningful, poignant and worthy.” When an artist makes her work with her head and her hands the work takes on a life of it’s own, the brain telling the hands what to do and visa versa, there is a flip, the hands take over and instruct the brain, mechanical intelligence, learning from doing.  I went about this body of work with this in mind.  With the Jeff Koons retrospective on this year at the Whitney Museum I have been thinking about the male dominated world of the “blue chip” artist, the ideas man who has an army of artists and artisans at his beck and call to create anything that comes to mind, and Gagosian galleries gagging for it.  I feel that being an artist who makes, who devotes herself to making is almost an anarchist act, to work in a decorative medium is oddly revolutionary, or at least contrary to the wide movement in art now and it’s arrangements of readymade objects.  I make something out of nothing, I give birth to my own work, not just plant the seed.  I can feel my work, the birds, inside of me; they swell in my belly. 

I came across an image last year from a medieval book of hours of the mouth of Hell.  In my mind the seething demons became birds and the mouth a birth canal, slick birds sliding out.  My female body became a passage, the place where the birds transformed into visible tangible objects, birthed from my head and my hands.  Black birds have an important place in many different mythologies around the world, they often represent a transition between worlds, perhaps because they sing both day and into the night and spend much of their time on the ground.  This plays with the idea of duality and balance in the mandala, African duality symbols and the ideas of Carl Jung.

Sky    Heaven                        Day   Heaven

Earth Hell                              Night Hell

Jung felt that birds represented the inner spirit of a person, so in that respect the birds are coming through a transitory journey from inside to outside.   I have an image in my mind of a woman whose womb is full of birds and they are birthing, coming forth from her, emerging.  This body of work is playing with the idea of the female sex.  To begin each sculpture I started with a word and a colour I chose to relate to that word.  The idea is admissions, an unwilling (uncomfortable) agreement of truth.  I wanted to talk about female sexuality, emissions from our bodies.  The words are all words meaning birth or come forth: discharge, flow, issue, rise, exude, spurt, come, commencement, and blood.  I chose colours and mediums that I felt best suited the word at hand.  Bronze and glass have a certain life to them.  Bronze is warm and porous and changes overtime with oxidization, glass can be a cold, sterile material but can take on it’s own life with form and colour and light.  Portraying volume became important to whilst making this work.  Overtime as I worked, first on the bronze and than on the glass forms, the bodies of the birds and truly being birds became less important.  I sent the waxes to the foundry and left for a wedding in Sydney.  When I came back I was inspired to create ‘Blood’, I thought of a pinprick and the blob of blood that would rise up –the birds oozed forth from a liquid pool.  After blood I thought more of slickness as they rose out of the otherness.  Their bodies became more reminiscent of human appendages, pressed together.  This all really came together in Spurt (Venus) originally conceived as a wall-mounted sculpture.  The long curves took on a particularly human form where the bird bodies come to form a ball and curve around to form a bum.  This gives the illusion that the sculpture itself is a pelvis, the genitals something “other”, with protruding wings and inward curves it is neither male nor female, it is a liquid sex explosion.