Tuesday, 25th November
I was reading an article in ‘Time Out’ (No. 2302) about lost property found on London’s transport system.
Boy, would I love to get my hands on that stuff.
Lots of dentures. Some stories there.
If You Are New Here:
I like to make art from stuff nobody else wants. Stuff from the bin. Stuff with a secret history.
I absolutely never cut up books which could otherwise be read, or clothes which could otherwise be worn. Nor, do I erase the blemishes left by life. I cherish life’s blemishes.
A few years back, I bought six vintage linen napkins in a charity shop, for the meagre sum of two pounds. So far, I have turned three of my napkins into sewn diaries, using fast food leaflets, old magazines and books.
Each of my napkins represents a month, with a different entry for each day. For example, the day Lynda Bellingham died, I added the Oxo box from my kitchen cupboard.
November is my fourth napkin, the others are June, May and October. Some of them can be found in my shop.