Scavenger-maker seeks outlet for her creations
Its funny how often the most beautiful things are abandoned and rejected. Full of potential but with an empty future. At the bottom of a dark box at a winter jumblesale. Waiting folournly at a car boot sale: the childish scrawl on the musty page of an ancient book. Or scrap paper, blowing on the pavement. Family photos. Things given and found. Chance, serendipity. These are my suppliers. I think my true art is seeing the good in these things.
I use antique, vintage and found objects to create my designs, and they are all unique prototypes. I'm a lost-and-found object pound, uniting lovely whispers of the past into precious unique assemblage: this is my online lab, my 3D sketchbook, each creation a discovery, a stepping stone to the next, all capturing the whim and whimsy of a mood and moment. Telling my story, whispering previous stories.
It started with beach-combing the desolate Suffolk coastline. Eight years old, stooped against the wind, and always headed into the sun so the light would catch on the sea-glass and carnelian I was searching for.
Later, my teenage hunting ground of charity shop, jumble sale, car boot sale; moth-eaten frocks, pearl necklaces; the hope of a diamond.
Now, be it antique shop or attic, that fine-tuned, time-trained magpie eye still scans for the shining needle in the haystack. There is treasure, waiting. Sometimes perfectly flawed, usually suggesting a new creation, ready to become greater than it is. As Corrie Ten Boom said, 'the best is yet to come'.
