My latest, yet embryonic body of work titled What, Don’t You Recognise Me? expereinces a shifting dichotomy of purely Welsh iconography to larger philosphical musings, divulging my deep metaphysical reltionship with language. There is a severe sense of protection when the privacy of my own language is guided by auspicious signs and a deep bearing of the spirit-world, where I fabricate remnants of old books with words extracted from their once full-bodied syntax, thus dismantling authorial ownership, into a form of my own.
I use embroidery to channel the disjuncture of lived and unlived experience, ceasing the turning of pages with needle and thread as a symbol of my own consciousness, transition, and evanescence.