Goat Skull Fallopian Tube evolution

Or the process of evolving an idea…

About three years ago, Bubs was affected by a string of non-stop chest infections. Which is a pain. As you have to be clear of chest infections for a minimum of 6 weeks in order to proceed with any surgery. He’d get well, I’d send him back to school and within a week he’d pick up some nasty kid germ virus and it would quickly evolve into another chest infection.

After a few rounds of this, I decided to just pull him out of school. (With GP’s guidance & school’s acknowledgement) to just let him immune system fully recoup. So began our formal home schooling journey.

Maths, science and English were the easy bits. But I was developing cabin fever. Not being able to work, or go to the studio was making me a dull boy. So he and I started doing art, every day for an hour. This is how pleased he was about it….


We started with self portraits, which, I can’t say either of us really excelled at.

So we moved onto the abstract, something we both have a little more enjoyment with. He made some odd human sculpture thing and I would draw his 3d creation.


Then we went freestyle, just to sit and draw the first things that popped into our heads. So that’s how the first goat skull fallopian tube came into being. Just popped into my head.


With time, bubs got better and I stashed those sketchbooks somewhere. A couple years later I was full on in my skull phase. Like a Hamlet-McQueen virus, it was my only obsession, no matter how I tried, I ended up with skulls on and in everything.

So then, really trying to move away from skulls, I started sketching out animal skulls with a variety of botanical that I thought thematically resonated with the type of animal.

One of the oldest living skulls is of the rat, (I may be wrong) and i lined it up with one of the oldest known fossilized plant bodies.


I’ve now I whole series of animal skulls with flowers and other botanics, that I am going to cobble together into something for something at some point. But I still didn’t feel done with the goat skull fallopian tube. I wanted to take it further.

During November to March this year, bubs was pretty porely and missed a good 80% of school. My grand plans for going back to working in a real proper adult job got the shelf again and studio time was limited. When I was there, my creative mojo was on the blink, but there was something I could do. I could paint things black. Dark, shiny and deep black. Like the scenes from Under the Skin, where Scarletter Johansen takes punters off the street in a thinly veiled guise of a sexual predator to go and devour them in the black underworld. Silent, forever, black..


There was something beautiful and therapeutic about all the black. I was able to be creative in a way that my exhaustion levels could handle. Being in and out of hospital fry’s part of your parental brains.

So I created the final test tryptic of the goat skull Fallopian tubes. I was going to knock out three and then whichever one worked the best, is going to be the one I do in real proper neon on a larger scale.

For the Neon, I’m going to use the one with the suggestion of groping vines and not the full five finger deal. The background of super dark shiney and incorperated the mirrors and gold leaf, as it doesn’t have the same polished quality but it’s touch of madness appeals to the overall design.

So there you have it. A sick day doodle to a portable neon sculpture. Bubs is better, so I am now working in full primacolour again. Working on a series involving 1950’s pop babies with war drones flying over head.

It’s good to get stuck sometimes, it made me fully go over and over something until i could get it to evolve past to somewhere first imagined.

will follow up with large scale neon once I get around to it…..

30 day ARt challenge, continues

The last two thirds of the ARt challenge were fraught with major interruptions.

Before making the conscious decision to fall head first into a later in life motherhood. I interviewed every artist-woman I knew, every mother artist, every mother and every artist. My biggest question was, could I still be an artist and be a mother? Could I do both? Would being a mother, calm the quiet rage inside me? Would I lose my drive, my inspiration?  I had many other issues surrounding motherhood, and my non-predisposition towards it, but for now allow me to focus on art and motherhood.


I read many articles from famous artist that were also mothers and from many women that were also artist that had children. A majority said, that you have to give all to your craft if you ever wanted to truly succeed. Some, like Vivienne Westwood claimed it was possible but also unbelievably  boring.  An Italian sculpture who I found very inspiring claimed it aided her to focus her work. That one could no longer wait to be inspired, to have the divine muse descend when the circumstances were perfect. (not that I ever had that), but as an artist she made time for her art and made time for her children. Yes she wasn’t as prolific as many of her male contemporaries for awhile, but whatever. She made good stuff, and has no regrets in the winter of her life. She grabbed whatever time she could find and did it.

So with that, I’ve made time over the last few years. Rather I steal time.

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Instead of conjuring up 2am passion, it has to be mixing paint after the 9am drop off.

This month, 12 days into the 30 day challenge, an exercise I needed to clear out the cobwebs and create new stuff.  The bubs gets very ill and we end up in hospital. A road we’ve been down often enough. But this round, it’s unfamiliar in it’s medical speak. I lose my mojo. There is a lot of dead time in hospital, a lot of sitting and waiting and checking and sitting and waiting and staring.

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A few days back home, we start home schooling, I incorporate  art lessons into our every day lives, as it feels as I’ve forgotten to draw. I did draw or create every day, but it wasn’t the usual just show up and do it, it was forced. I had nothing. I blanked. Angry late night words on paper with lines that didn’t make any sense.

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30 day ARt challenge

Day 10, of the 30 day ARt challenge. Sometimes I have something in mind, sometimes I just let my brain do it’s thing. Creation comes from creating, inspiration comes often from action. Life is full of distractions, reasons and practicalities to not make art. Some days I’ve had 10 minutes, others a couple of hours, but even when I’m just really not feeling it, it needs to be done.  So the best way forward to generate more ideas, more art, more stuff is to make. So from goat skull fallopian tubes to montages of my spiritual mother, this is the work of the last ten days. Some will be used to create bigger and further work, others will remain in closed books or the bin to new adventures….

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