Hallo Joyce!

Have we met?

I’m not sure!

My memory isn’t like a computer, but I do remember some things said long ago,

stretched out on my bed, alone,

memories projecting inside my head,

with familiar voices saying You Are STU-PID…

yes, I guess, I often digress, my god am I really a mess?!

A collection of images and words observed and heard,

laughing for curating, writing, wanting, wandering and wondering…… just what IS going on?

What IS going on?


Family Sting

A pin punctures the sole

My god, thank you it’s not me today

as I stand on the cold floor

forgetting I’m already dead.


My memory sharpens

and my toes curl

as the needle sinks in too far

to forget what you said all those days ago.

Cold bitterness scrapes my cheeks

and I huddle

I’m a muddle HA HA HA

Now it’s the same Krapp scenario as the tape bleeds.


A girl stares

Again I’m punctured

Oh the banality of hopeful forgetfulness.

Punctured again

My soul

Punctured, ruptured, again.

My forgetfulness reminds me of you

Punctured again, my soul remains

Punctured, my soul remains



On the cold floor I stand






Jesus Fucking Christ

I saw the cross raised above the horizon.

Rags of thoughtless bones slumped against the mounds were easily remembered and drawn by thoughtless drones.

Christ; every day, every fucking way and every fucking way the thieves seek salvation.

And the Bishops stare with greedy recognition of expectation.

Doomed; the feasting viewers unknown to their fate amongst thieves and rags and the corpse on the mound.

Knowledge is…

Whilst complicated situations continue to present the world with increasing uncertainty about how to successfully and peacefully resolve situations without the need for sustained military involvement, I can’t help but feel despair towards proposed cuts to budgets allowing many people from various socioeconomic backgrounds the opportunity to question their history, and position in this world through further and higher education.

If the many are given opportunities to expand their circumstances this presents a dilemma to the powerful; the “unwashed” through the acquisition of knowledge are able to counter claims and introduce arguments against the accepted ways of doing things: Knowledge is Power and Currency.

This is similar to drug prohibition: if the many are given readily available access to things that stimulate considered and cynical questions leading to a provocative viewpoint, this may lead to an uprising against the staus quo.

So, take the loans, sign up to university. Fuck the cost. You won’t pay it back until you earn enough necessary to do so. And, if you play the game, you will never have to pay it back. Although the government will then have a massive shortfall in the revenue raised, they should have thought about that before we fought about that.

No Shelter: Mother without Child

No Shelter: Mother without Child

Found object, hand-cut canvas

This work was made in collaboration with Lavanja Thavabalasingam for the Correspondence exhibition held alongside and in response to the Moore in Focus: A Friendship in Letters exhibition at the Sainsbury Centre for Visual Arts in 2014.

Henry Moore made a number of drawings of people sheltering in the Underground during the Blitz and his more well-known sculptures depict a mother and child. He also holidayed at Happisburgh where he discovered stones with holes in them on the beach, which led to his sculptural works taking the forms that are synonymous with his work.

No Shelter: Mother without Child was made using similar stones from Happisburgh. This work depicts the aftermath of an airstrike; there is no shelter and the child is missing. The hand-cut canvas depicts a cloud of smoke from an airstrike in the form of Jasmine flowers. Damascus in Syria is known as the City of Jasmine.

I did hope the work would be confined to history and not suddenly become immediately relevant today.

PAiNT Exhibition – Undercroft – Norwich


We are privileged to be alive at a time when painting is not dominated by one single movement, at present we see the flourishing of many different styles, techniques, subjects, and themes. We have a wealth of artists of various backgrounds pushing at the boundaries of painting. Paint is an exhibition of over 22 artists all working in their own individual style, all very different but all producing interesting high quality and sometimes challenging work.

As well as being and exhibition there will also be artist lead practical workshops and a series of talks on Art history by art historian Andrew Taylor. To find out more or to book a place please visit the Workshops page and to see a list of the artists exhibiting visit the Artists page. 

Opening Times

Wednesday – Saturday 10am – 5pm

Sundays 11am – 4pm

The Undercoft is located below the War Memorial opposite City Hall, St. Peters Street, Norwich. Access via the right side door, top of the market, opposite the Guildhall.