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These dinner plates demand a double take; whether they repulse you or make you smile, they take dining to a different level. With photographic images of leftovers from Britain’s favourite meals printed on to them, they will certainly add a talking point to dinner parties or surprise an unsuspecting guest.
Having been brought up to always ‘clean my plate’ I have acquired a fascination with leftovers. I am intrigued by how food can be rapidly transformed from being necessary and desirable to unwanted and repulsive. My strong interest in Britain’s unique cultural relationship with food inspired me to combine the two ideas to create these challenging and humorous designs.
Life sustaining requisites such as nutrition and excrement are, in the Western world inextricably linked with ceramics.
See your very own in porcelain and join the Nipple Army. It’s time to celebrate ‘real’ beauty.
Rose petals fall from them elegantly and gracefully. Apparently.
I’d Rather Be In A Washing Machine. (Nana and Grandad), 2009, Plaster
Dementia is a debilitating and confusing illness. Hilariously surreal yet infinitely upsetting. It has been diagnosed for 200,000 people currently living in the UK.
The ill mind plays tricks beyond healthy people’s comprehension. Left to constantly second-guess words and actions; place meaning to things seemingly completely off the cuff, to go against common sense by lying and continuing and qualifying delusions.
Yet, inhibitions are broken down and emotions pour forth uncontrollably. Ironically, I have felt closer to my Grandad since his diagnosis, as he now has no trouble showing me how much I mean to him and I have a purpose in our time together.
He forces me to live in the present. The happiness I bring him will only last fleetingly, and I have had to learn not to be disheartened when he forgets it all. In a way I am doing it for myself rather than him, as he is convinced every time I see him that no one has been to visit him for years!
And then there is my Mother and her relationship with him, and my Nana, each of us being uniquely affected, and meanwhile my Grandad would rather be in a washing machine!
Attempting to extract the imagined ‘fine wires ’ coming from the tips of his fingers Grandad infected his finger and couldn’t remember – or just didn’t care – to take antibiotics and so the infection spread landing him in hospital and from there he was transferred to a care home.
Hands have been a topic of surreal conversation for many months.
BOGOF (Buy One Get One Free), 2008, Mixed media
Since World War II our food production has changed dramatically. We are more detached from the provenance of our food than ever. Meat is so commonplace that it is consumed without the deserved appreciation that it was once a living thing. When faced with animal slaughter it is the removal of the heads and feet that transforms a familiar farmyard animal into what we put on our plates.
Crap Cutlery, 2008, Mixed media
For centuries cutlery has distanced us from our food. Since the Victorian age we have made sure that what comes out the other end is even more removed. We do not wish to look at it, smell it, speak of it and least of all touch it.