The Post Mortem Has Begun


New sculpture for Post Mortem exhibition, University of Ghent, Belgium

15 October – 20 December 2015 Post Mortem.

A new sculpture, The Space Between, will be unveiled at this prestigious exhibition in the Rommelaere Building, University of Ghent, Belgium.

Alongside more than 25 national and international contemporary artists, including the new honorary doctor of the University of Ghent, Berlinde De Bruyckere, establish new work shown in a scientific habitat and between scientific artefacts from which they drew inspiration.

The University Museum works for Post Mortem with Fabrica Vitae, a traveling art exhibition that includes Copenhagen, Basel, Athens, New York, Berlin, Geneva, Moscow, … reproach.

Fabrica Vitae highlights and explores the perception of the human body by scientists and artists.  For Post Mortem 30 of these artists, almost all have made new work in dialogue with the spaces, theme and scientific artefacts from the collections of the University of Ghent.


A Space Between By Jac Scott

       The lack of knowledge of both the mental and physical dimensions of death provides a plethora of unanswerable questions. Those who are left behind meditate upon the concept of the divergence of the corporeal existence and spirit – the human condition reflects an emotive response that leads to yet more uncertainties. Yes we come from nature and are all homeward bound, but where do our minds go or are they buried/burned too? What happens – is there a departure? Death seen and unseen. “A thing is not seen because it is visible, but conversely visible because it is seen.” Socrates   How do we comprehend the inevitable end in our conscious being whilst spiked with the knowledge that our unconscious self has a part to play? This duality of being nurtures a quest for expansion to the physical and metaphysical worlds that we inhabit, but how to move forward? John Berger, in his dispatch on survival and resistance, Hold Everything Dear, (2007) writes,   “Man is the only creature who lives within at least two time scales: the biological one of his body and the one of his consciousness.”   The paradox of coexistence purported by Berger, against a more holistic way of being, reflects our propensity to dissect life and extricate our corporeal from our spiritual selves.  The notion of gaps as an essential part of life is a common thread in philosophical doctrine; “…as the thought process slows you will be able to see gaps. Between two thoughts there is an interval – in that interval is consciousness.” Hsin, Hsin, Ming; The Book of Nothing: Discourses on Sosan’s Verses on the Faith-Mind,  Osho (1996)


Imagining the visual quality of a gap is appealing.   Can a gap between two voids be emptiness? Does this eulogised space, possibly a refuge, where we reside when the mind and body release their hold on each other, have passage or is it suspended animation of our sense of being? What kind of definition can we assign this space, this gap – is it nothingness or something more profound? Believing, as in science that nothingness does not exist, that there is always something, then is it another room for dwelling?   The familiarity of a notion of a room, instead of space, provides valuable comfort, as there is little insight into this transition station. Is a room projected by the mind defined by walls – a mausoleum as departure lounge – or does it possess a diaphanous dominion?   “The chiasm of the body and of the world exposes exposure to itself—and with it, the impossibility to finally bring the world to the spirit, and bring meaning to significance. The body is a strangeness which is not preceded by familiarity.” Jean Luc Nancy, “Strange Foreign Bodies.” 2008 (translated by Liz Wendelbo)   Inevitably, this leads to the concept of death being a journey – mode of transportation and destination unknown – but always movement. A transition period evokes enquiry into altered states and metamorphosis. The dust may settle in the wake, but the decaying of the flesh does not reveal the ticket for the spirit.  Neither does the contemplation of a life lived and mourned – the anthropocentric compass is devoid of direction. The gulf in our understanding presents a conundrum – could the unknown process of departure counterbalance the known fear of death? And what of deliverance? So, refuge is sought in wrestling with the inevitable, it will happen, but cradled by the ignorance of when.   The enigma of our existence and hence our death is an opportunity for adventure. There are no absolutes, except death, and whilst theorists and theologians present their speculations, there is also space for the individual to dance in the gap.  This solace, invites a celebration of the space and its shadows and hence an acceptance of the uncertainty of what happens next, means that we are liberated in life. “Death is no more than passing from one room into another”. Helen Keller

A Journey Towards Post Mortem


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Post Mortem

15 October – 20 December 2015

A new sculpture will be unveiled at this prestigious exhibition in the Rommelaere Building, University of Ghent, Belgium.

The Post Mortem exhibition is part of the Fabrica Vitae tour.


The Path to the Inevitable


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There is death in the air…always.

Death seen and unseen.

How do we reach the inevitable end in our conscious being whilst being spiked with the knowledge that our unconscious self has a part to play? This duality of being nurtures a quest for expansion to the physical and metaphysical worlds that we inhabit, but how? This initial impulse is where a new piece of work for the Fabrica Vitae exhibition in Ghent, Belgium is evolving.

“People do not die for us immediately, but remain bathed in a sort of aura of life which bears no relation to true immortality but through which they continue to occupy our thoughts in the same way as when they were alive. It is as though they were traveling abroad.” Marcel Proust

“I can remember how when I was young I believed death to be a phenomenon of the body; now I know it to be merely a function of the mind — and that of the minds who suffer the bereavement. The nihilists say it is the end; the fundamentalists, the beginning; when in reality it is no more than a single tenant or family moving out of a tenement or a town.” William Faulkner, As I Lay Dying

 “Death is no more than passing from one room into another.” Helen Keller

A beautifully shot film trailer for the exhibition Fabrica Vitae

‘Time is a companion that goes with us on a journey. It reminds us to cherish each moment, because it will never come again.’    Jean Luc Picard

Two Faced


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I am using a Mac to write, there is an iPhone on my desk, a Samsung screen looms above my head – a familiar scene to most of us.

As I witnessed first hand during a research visit, China is an incredible country, this extraordinary article highlights our combined responsibility for the impact on the earth that our lust for technology engenders. Its insightful and non-judgemental and therefore worth taking five minutes between texting to read.

End of Riga Exhibition


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If you’re interested in the melding of art and science and how this dynamic enhances our understanding of the world, then visit the exhibition Fabrica Vitae at Stradins University in Riga, Latvia – ends 31 May.

Discover my work Alternative Perspectives; Genius Loci – a digital photomontage that takes the image of a fly’s compound eye magnified 150 times, photographed using a scanning electron microscope, as its foundation.  Inserted ‘inside’ the eye is a window of an old farm building that, intrigued by its dark interior and a small rectangle of light on the opposite wall, insinuated an image of hope – but what do you see?

Alternative Perspectives: Genius Loci (fly)





Do we need money to live?

Do we need money to live as a an artist?

The answers are complex and not easily delivered.

The extreme cutbacks in the arts in the last few years have engineered an essential metamorphosis of my practice, one that is underwritten with the need to develop a sustainable income, whilst not compromising my principles. This essential transformation has demanded of my husband and I a series of dramatic undertakings and an uprooting, and it may take years for us to re-establish equilibrium.


My work is no longer one unbroken thread of research and development into environmental issues, funded by ACE, councils and charities, but now a commercial version of the fundamentals that guided my practice. This has enabled the essential core of my being as an artist to develop work for myself, and then only for exhibition when I require it, rather than a condition of the funding. The allocation of space and time for art – my sanity one could say – is a prerequisite, but one that is not easy to justify when the demands of the commercial occupation dominate.

Do we need money to live?

Do we need money to live as a an artist?

Curious about my new venture? Then visit my new gallery in North Norfolk – Utopia: The Unexpected Gallery is at Creake Abbey, North Creake, Fakenham, Norfolk NR21 9LF. Catch a glimpse inside

utopia logo web square

This Saturday my two worlds collide when the Norfolk & Norwich Open Studios event commences at our gallery. For two weeks there will be many unexpected combinations and happenings and it would be great to see you there.

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Is this the beginnings of a eulogy for the ash?

Originally posted on somewhere nowhere blog:

The ashtree growing in the corner of the garden was felled. It was lopped first. I heard the sound and looking out and seeing it maimed there came at that moment a great pang and I wished to die and not to see the inscapes of the world destroyed any more.

Gerard Manley Hopkins from Journals and Notebooks, (Excerpts)*

Split ash, CockermouthYou only need to read the first brutal sentence of this small paragraph to begin to feel a sadness. A familiar tree, seen day after day for year upon year, felled. While still growing.

Reading this short paragraph instantly brought to mind the coming decimation of the ash population in the UK. It’s true that the future can’t be predicted, and it’s not clear just how long the trees may take to die, or how many may escape the illness. In a conversation with a tree specialist last week, we heard…

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Full Spaces


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There is a stillness that belies the fluttering of broken wings.

Travel to Riga in Latvia between 26 March and 31 May and you will be able to experience an extraordinary exhibition at the Stradins Museum.

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Fabrica Vitae and

A touring exhibition about the fabric of life inspired by Andreas Vesalius 1514-1564

The exhibition aims to question what we consider the role of Art and Anatomy to be today by reflecting how it is perceived now and its possible path in the future.  Five hundred years ago Vesalius was at the vanguard of anatomical research – Fabrica Vitae evokes his spirit in pushing the barriers wide open to examine new frontiers.

For the exhibition, Alternative Perspectives: Genius Loci (fly), was selected for inclusion in the Stradins Museum venue. 


Paradoxical interconnectedness: Alternative Perspectives: Genius Loci (Musca domestica) contemplates a fractured reality where the relationship between the natural world and the anthropocentric compass reveals a dishevelled mourning. The housefly’s compound eye forms the corporeal structure for housing a window in which the planes of light and perspective are confused.

The duality of being: where science and art informs and nurtures our quest for expansion to the physical and metaphysical worlds that we inhabit, whilst the magnitude and monumental narrative of the planet ignites wonder, yet conversely, endows a sense of insignificance to mortal man.

Digital photomontage printed on aluminium

500 x 500mm

Open Ears

Originally posted on somewhere nowhere blog:

The sound of the curlew’s song looping in the cool air was a cause for celebration last week. And then the sight of its familiar inverted ‘W’, wings in mirrored arches led by a curved beak, added to our joy.

It seems like a simple thing, and in some ways it is. In other ways, it’s not. The sound not only heralds the coming of spring and tells us that this pair of curlews has survived the winter, it also taps into an ancestral place somewhere in our brains that once formed sonic maps to place us in time and space. It reassures us that the seasons are going as they should be, that the chill winds of winter’s tail will soon blow themselves out, and our own life cycle is continuing.

Curlews aren’t the only ones that bring tidings in their song. Blackbirds greeting the dawn; blue tits chatting…

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