Friday, 24 June 2016

City Of Colours Street Art Festival 2016

Birmingham played host to the City Of Colours street art festival. It was wonderful and saw the kids racing around Digbeth, talking to artists and being very excited by the vibrancy of the art before them. Thank you to all involved for bringing some stunning street art into the city. Now I have at least one child desperate for their hands to grow big enough to hold a spray can of paint!































Tuesday, 21 June 2016

New Artwork: Listening To The Voices In Your Heads


Exploring the imagery that refuses to leave a mind and listening to the repetitive whispers passed between the invisible people of our soul presents quite a show for those brave enough to watch! It's always an exploration into truth when we take heed of the internal conversations and pictures we hold within ourselves. But how often are we brave enough to become our own audience? Do we watch and listen enough or are the voices muted, the ride derailed, curtain down?

Listening To The Voices In Your Heads is the first of a new series of large scale ( 4ft plus) mixed media drawings on board exploring the internal show we all possess. Within this work, scale, technique and subject matter combine in equal importance.

Listening To The Voices In Your Heads
mixed-media drawing on textured board











Monday, 9 May 2016

Break the Circle

New work taking my focus in the studio at the moment. Cutting and sewing canvas whilst exploring the messages contained within the circles we live by and break away from.








Friday, 29 April 2016

Entering The Woods With The Dolls

Sharing the doll series here from time to time as I revisit them and write their story!

Here are the next few.



Doll 4: She Was Found In A Bed of Her Own Making
Mixed-media drawing and collage on paper
Size 17.5 x 24 cm




Doll 5: Into The Woods
Mixed-media drawing and collage on paper
Size 17.5 x 24 cm





Doll 6: The Perils of Leaving the Path
Mixed-media drawing and collage on paper
Size 17.5 x 24 cm


Thursday, 28 April 2016

New Poetry: IN THE BEGINNING CAME NUMBERS



100 Dolls and Me began as a series of daily drawings in late 2013. It was originally to be a year long project but then life imploded and all drawing stopped for quite some time leaving the dolls abandoned!  Yesterday I opened the box on these dolls once more and sat down with them like old friends long-missed. With pen in hand I began to chart the thought processes their creation had led me through, each doll in turn unearthing memories of the steps along the path we had walked together! I wanted to record what I remembered from our travels for it had been quite some journey, the type of journey that shouldn't become forgotten with time! So I started at the beginning with the first two dolls drawn in rage.....here is their poem!


                                                                       
        Doll 1: Make Me Yours!                                          Doll 2: Measure Up Bitch! 
      mixed -media drawing on paper.                                                           mixed -media drawing on paper.
            size 17.5 x 24cm                                                                                        size 17.5 x 24cm     
            

                                                                                                                                                                                        


In The Beginning Came Numbers
for dolls 1 and 2 with my love
by Candy Morrigan

The tyranny of numbers came
To steal your brave and grow your lame
Heed this the journey of the paper doll
Pick up the scissors and off we go!

It begins early on when days were free
The bouncing babe upon the knee
Yes even then they crawl on in
To make you sickened by your skin
Monsters in closets paw a dress that was made
especially bigger....your mother paid!
These memories lay you down to take the bruising
As in they come, those numbers cruising
Too old or young, short, fat, thin, tall
Dictated to... and so the fall
begins to cripple the open-hearted
The point that self-esteem departed.

The tyranny of numbers came
To steal your brave and grow your lame
Heed this the journey of the paper doll
Pick up the scissors and off we go!

Accusations crumple the kindly soul
Stop Being Wrong the saddest goal
Not aimed for by the hard-shell-crew
But an addictive target for a sensitive few
And worse, it opens doors for black-winged sprites
To do their evil and wrap your days with nights.
Because now YOU can shape me with just one look
Cut and make me from your book
My own tale blank, just empty pages
Please cut and tear as mute voice rages
I'm your paper doll...along this line fold
Because numbers gave you my power to hold.

The tyranny of numbers came
To steal your brave and grow your lame
Heed this the journey of the paper doll
Pick up the scissors and off we go!

Welcome the folds that cruel hands deliver
Be grateful, because you deserve not a flicker
Dress me up, bend me, tell me what you need
Paper wears thin but they still pay no heed
Please let me please you, pour me into your mould
But break the silence......and watch the whole world turn cold!
Closed eyes start to open, mute voice starts to speak
Sickened by chasing and no longer weak
But don't dare to forget what the numbers dictated
Step out of your place and you will find yourself hated
For there is no warmth inside those who once folded dolls
They will skip away happily humming death tolls.

The tyranny of numbers came
To steal your brave and grow your lame
Heed this the journey of the paper doll
Pick up the scissors and off we go!


dedicated to all the paper doll folders of this world, may you one day receive exactly what you gave out!

Wednesday, 27 April 2016

100 Dolls and Me.....Travelling Again





The 100 Dolls and Me series is in front on me. Each drawing a single step through 100 days of chaos. I did not fully understand why so much chaos back then, for this was a series that foretold of stories yet unopened.

Within this making, more than at any other time to date, art was leading me. It's the end product of a creative subconscious yelling in my face to wake the hell up and start seeing! Art was trying to save me! 

I am listening to the dolls again, we are travelling hand in hand and this time they are leading me out of the woods! 


Doll 1: Make Me Yours! 
mixed -media drawing on paper.
size 17.5 x 24cm




Doll 2: Measure Up Bitch! 
mixed -media drawing on paper.
size 17.5 x 24cm


 Doll 3: The Death of Fairy Tales
mixed -media drawing on paper.
size 17.5 x 24cm



These the first three drawings in a series of 100. 

Monday, 25 April 2016

THE WAY WE CHOOSE TO FIX WHAT OTHERS BROKE


In the studio I am working on some large scale drawings on board. The subject matter, the scale and the style of working are all equally important in these new drawings. 

Listening to the voices playing out against each other whilst line-drawing on a larger scale, a form of anesthesia! All working together as a necessary act!



As I shut all else out within the repetition of the working I am reminded of this quote!


And so I draw lines whilst listening to the voices argue and sing, wondering just how many heads are within that conversation.








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