a short residency at


St Giles Street Norwich

16-20 September 2020

Day One


The first task was to uninstall the previous idea, wich can be seen at the bottom of this post in a couple of videos. Then I set it up fresh for me to come into the space ready to work on the ideas I had in mind. I am using this space to work exclusively on a project about my own narrative. I will not work on the project in my studio as it is too difficult to contain there, Above Below provides a unique holding space and time frame for this project.

Using the space to contain a group of ideas to air out thoughts.

Geographical poignancy and the work previously in the space influenced the decision to have a significant item of clothing in the space.

Day Two

17/10/2020 – Maps, codes, Volumes and time lines.

VOL:0 – before 1984.

Frying pans and Potato Peels.

A short patchwork history of inclings and fractured truths.

Middlesborough. WW2 Intergenterational Trauma.

VOL:1 – 1984- 2014.

The Moon Spat Out her Seeds.

Chapter in this volume exsists in a sketch book draught as Working Title Goodbye Moon. Chaptrs yet to be fleshed out, Curtains and the Boglin, The Door way with Cups, Banana Split, Van Ride, Christen the House, Failed Persuasion at the Gate, Broken arm and ciggertte brun,

VOL:2 – 2014-2019

Chaos – All the emotions. Utter darkness and pure joy. Chapters include, When you Start Earning, He will eat his dinner, Dabble with Passive aggression, Talk from the Bog, Off You Fuck. Findng a voice.

VOL:3 – 2019- present day

Fucking Dreamy, Imprudent Collective, The Village Orchard, St Giles Odd Essay,

VOL:1-3- a time line

Day Three

18/10/2020 – Most of the day was spent talking with visitors.

Day Four


Slow Sunday, having the door open yesterday and today has made a large difference, I havent drawn anything since the door has been open and people have been coming in. Thank you to all the visitors I had. BIg and Little chats made a possitive impact.

Day Five


Overalls back on. door closed. Removed work from walls and re-hung hanging mechanism. A lot of very difficult imagery and chapter description, I wanted to quickly work on them before I “moved out” The events I won’t discuss here, but had to take place in the timeline. I hung them on the line and literally left them while I ate and took some time to breathe. The afternoon was spent looking at them and nothing other events around and in between the 13 made. The work was quickly uninstalled and placed into a portfolio and along with the accompanying notebook will not be looked at again unto the next residence.


UNINSTALATION of The Plague Dress, the ideas that occupied the space before I did.

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