Fay Ballard

The homeopathic nature of art. Sometimes it can feel that what we see is too close to where we are. This excellent lecture by Fay was just one of those moments.

In a vulnerable state from yesterday's critique and still processing the outcome, Fay’s lecture held up mirrors all around me.

The unspoken family tragedy.

The unearthing of the myth surrounding that lost person.

Delving into the Uncanny to discover that which is ‘of home’ and that which is not.

Detail 7: Memory Box Dead Mother, 2014.

Graphite on paper, 80 x 74 cm.

The image of a compact. I could conjure up the smell of my Mum’s compact.

I decided to decline a tutorial with Fay, as I recognised that our vulnerabilities were so close that I couldn't go there, not in such a fragile state. However, I had my personal moment with Fay when I offered in response to her circles the labyrinth in Chartres Cathedral.