I love creating new work and, as I work, I know why I am making particular pieces – I understand the story I want a piece to be a part of. The trouble comes when I try to give a piece a name, then I am stuck. Words fail me. Everything seems corny or gauche.
Enter a wordsmith! This weekend I had a truly wonderful time telling the stories of my work to my daughter and, in exchange, she suggested names. This has had a remarkable effect. Whereas before I was struggling to envisage the work in the gallery, now that pieces can be called by their name, I find that I can picture them in the exhibition. I have discovered the flow through the work and can imagine how it is going to look.
Daughter and I played with myths, etymology and implication. We made up words and created order out of chaos. Now I have an exhibition!

A friend told me once that she thought if you knew the name of something, you were more likely to remember it. I am hoping that, by naming the works in my exhibition, people will remember to work and, more importantly, the message that I am trying to convey.
The verdict? The first couple of pieces that I pulled off the roll didn’t quite go according to plan – maybe the piece was too big; maybe trying to use the dispenser while it was on the floor, under a table, hidden by fabric impeded things; maybe it is always difficult until the dispenser is a little less full – but I was delighted to have found an alternative to plastic which works brilliantly to protect smaller pieces and the environment. It looks good too and there is a weird satisfaction in the way it comes off the roll! I think the jury is still out for larger works which I was less confident were adequately protected.