About

I’m the Stinking Weasel, and I love to be creative.   The medium doesn’t matter, so long as I’m creating something.  Throughout my life it’s taken many different forms.  Before I hit my teens it was writing and I loved creating poetry.  In my formative years it was pen and ink, and Aubrey Beardsley was my muse.  He still is, and I have two of his drawings tattooed on to my skin.  I also loved cartooning, and in my later teens I drew cariacature.  I was pretty good at it, and it paid my way through 6th Form.    At art college in Doncaster (now defunct, sadly – the college not the town) I still cartooned and cariacatured, but it was frowned upon as they weren’t seen as an art form.   So I moved on to anything I could get my hands on.  I flitted from one thing to another because art school wouldn’t let me do what I really wanted; it meant I couldn’t really settle.

At art college where I began my degree I turned to sculpture.  Here I discovered stone carving, which I loved, but had to give up when I was thrown out for selling my work.  My work paid my way through college, but an empty folio (and tutors who couldn’t sell their stuff when I could sell mine) meant expulsion.

From there I moved on to painting landscapes which I sold through a range of galleries across Yorkshire.  The recession hit (the first one, in the ’90s), my business floundered and I had to begin a new life as a regular employee.  Because I was studying as well, for the next 13yrs my creativity was sated by decorating.  Painting; wallpapering; inventive ways of using paint; tiling (yes, I did it myself); and all the soft furnishey stuff that goes with it.  Its a great way to be expressive.

After a few years in the creativity wilderness I decided I needed to make a concerted effort to make creativity an essential part of my life again.  Thanks to Holyrood House in Thirsk for that.  So I found a local craft club – DARNiT – and felt I had come home.  As soon as I had a house and garden with room, I bought a shed and that is my creative space.  My partner is allowed in on invitation only.  In my head my shed is ‘Paraclete’.  In reality it’s referred to as HQ.  If you want to know what Paraclete means, read ‘Abelard and Heloise’.  Every woman should have a shed.  Somewhere where her space is her own.  Men have kept this secret to themselves for a long time, and its time now for women to enjoy the breathing space of a shed.

So my creativity lies now with my camera; my knitting needles and associated ‘yarny’ and fleece related crafts; my sewing needles and associated fabric related stuff; plastic bags – yes I do mean plastic bags, visit my ‘Plastics’ page; clay; and cartoons – visit my ‘Binks’ and ‘Dog Does’ pages.

Feel free to rootle through my site and see what rocks my boat.  And everything I do is for sale, or commissionable.  I only work to order, so if you see something you like on my site, you will need to order it.  You can do this through my ‘Contact’ page.