I joined the ranks of 86 BT Artbox artists to make my very own arty telephone box. Woo hoo!
Ladies, gents and tiny people, may I introduce to you my BT Artbox, Dial M for Monster! You can call him Muncher.Read More
Zuts alors! What do you get if you mix one yarnstorming graffiti knitter, one pile of insanely coloured yarn and the biggest comics festival in Europe? You get the Weekend of the Woolly Wildflowers!Read More
Sometimes you have to make a stand. Even when you’re less than 10cm tall and a handknitted mouse. Maybe especially when you’re 10cm tall and a handknitted mouse. You may only be one teeny tiny squeak but maybe if you squeak up when things are unjust then someone will hear you and stand with you. And if enough of you are standing then you might start changing things for the better. This is the tale of one little Protest Mouse who stood up and squeaked. Why a Protest Mouse was born...Read More
Still with me? In the story so far I’m still in Augsburg and have spent six days making art in a giant city-centre fish tank. Missed it? Read previous days here and come back. I’ll wait… So spending so much time in a big glass fish tank makes a girl long for fresh air. Lucky for me Augsburg has fresh air all over the place and green spaces making even more fresh air in case that runs out. If a city has lungs pumping O2 out to the body of the place, then I reckon...Read More
By the fifth day in Augsburg the three artists in the White Room seemed to finally be feeling the effects of too little sleep, too much complimentary City of Peace backstage beer, and an overdose of making art. Far from snoozing sweetly back at the defined by apartment though, we flew in the face of sleepiness and instead went a little bit nutty in the White Room. After all the White Wall on the side of the stadium was filling up with our White Papers: And we were in the newspaper having a...Read More
So I’m dropped into the middle of a strange German city where I know no one and have very little clue what I’m meant to do. All I have in front of me is a sheet of very blank paper and the vague idea that I have to do something with it. And there I was thinking that the only thing I had to fear from a sheet of white paper was a rather nasty paper cut. If all else fails when you don’t know where to start, the easiest thing to do is take a deep breath, open your eyes and start...Read More