I made these plaques when I was in a pretty dark place in my life…
I got so obsessed making them that I filled an entire crypt at St Mary in the Castle in Hastings. I called the installation ‘The Bridal Chamber’
I was going through a divorce, and for a while I was impressed by my own capacity for misery…but then I began to deconstruct my emotions.
…and I began to notice an almost automatic chain of emotions swamping me when I thought of ‘him’ or ‘my solicitor’.
And this is when I started to subject myself to subversive messages, playing with what caused me agony; symbolised here by the dolls heads…
A glyptodont is an extinct armadillo… it had me weeping for hours! and the Antigropelos – well, who knows what that is! The word was made up by Edward Gorey, that magnificent old artist illustrator of black humour cartoons.
Once I saw that I can choose what I feel (well, a bit, anyway) – it got easier to snap out of my misery.
All the plaques are made of clay and smoke fired.