Tag: art
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The Green Room
Getting off the train at Bournemouth Station, the town strikes me more as a city now when I come home. There is a beehive-like cluster around the ticket gates before we are released into the dark. I nip over to ASDA to get treats: whiskey, beer, gin, chocolate. I have it in my head to…
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A Minor Threat
While sitting with a woman I know this week, I complimented her on her nails which were perfectly shaped and pillar box red. She thanked me and looked at my nails in turn, before averting her eyes and complimenting my runners instead. My hands are dry with paint in the cracks around the nails: I…
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Gaps
Recently a subplot of a novel I was reading caught my attention and filtered into the work. The female protagonist has a child with a man whom she loves but doesn’t fully understand. He tends to be melancholic, and it frustrates her. When she learns of his affair, she moves away with the child, but as the child grows, she watches them closely. The child later shows signs of…
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A way in?
If you choose a group of photographs that have this feeling of ‘punctum’ then I think the only way to prevent the paintings becoming illustrations of the photographs is to remove them from view. Then it becomes almost like a memory game. What forms will remain impressed on your memory and make their way into…
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Research…Something Otherworldly?
‘Yesterday I got another rejection from an Open Call, and this time it stung. I have had so many rejections this year I’ve lost count. Working, working, and then submitting to Open Call’s and getting the notification, the ‘unfortunately’ response. But how else to show the work, other than the merry-go-round of Instagram? Family life is demanding, and I must admit I’m tired. I need to feel excitement outside of this process of submitting and posting. …
NIKKI FOSTER 