Things

Doing collage for all this time I've got pretty good at cutting up books but sometimes, out of the blue, I just don't manage.

This morning I was unexpectedly seduced by Inside Churches. I don't know why it pleases me quite so much to know the names for obscure cruciforms but it does, Inside Churches is a keeper for sure.

I want to share just a few of the best pages with you

First up crosses. Milrine, Fleuree, Barbee, Crenelee.

Please, choose your favourite and name your hipster coffee shop after it. Or indeed hipster baby.

For me: Bezant.

In case you're ever at a loss for conversation on your next date or whatever I think what's your favourite type of column? Is one of the most exciting questions a person can ask.

If your date answers Doric I'd say they're pretty chic, probably marriage material.

If they say Ionic I'd say, they're a fun, outgoing person. Prepare to party.

If they answer composite they are 100% an awful psychopath. Get out of there.

This Little Furniture Stack collage is now available as a print!

When I came to photograph it it sat perfectly in my house, stacks of things and domesticity everywhere.

Here it is on top of the piano with all the books and a piece of charmingly painted bark.

And in the studio with all the detritus including some of my sons influence - a bean bag and at the right a game that involves a target and pins

You can buy the print, framed or unframed, in the shop now.

I have some serious fondness for Orcas Paley, they stock my cards and are so friendly. You can tell they just love running their shop. So when they approached me to put a piece in their upcoming show entitled 'Vide Poche' my mind immediately started whirring.

For the exhibitions I made two mobiles; a little one called 'Tip of my Tongue' and a big one called 'Toe of my Pocket'.

I made cut-out illustrations of the kind of things that might gather at the bottom of a pocket: sweet wrappers, combs, twigs, pins, bracelets, pebbles and pencils and set them on brass rods with linen thread.

A coat pocket specifically.

They move beautifully and say something, I think; just softly though.

I loved seeing the trozzle rise slowly up off my desk, like a load of everyday objects had reached enlightenment.

The intrigue spanned the species.

Please enjoy this selection of images harvested from a 1970s French cookbook. I shall be using the textures and colours to bring some images to life, here are my thoughts so far, any suggestions welcome.