Kate Hughes


Australia Home
October 4, 2009, 8:19 pm
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Finally finished. This book is a chronology of all the buildings I’ve known as home. A personal history of colonising the land. The covers are laser engraved with an adapted William Morris motif, recalling both internal intimate spaces, and the english sensibility that is projected onto the land. The inset embroidery brings the feminine to the fore, the hand crafted as gift, a gesture of love, a sharing of perspectives. The handcrafted nature of the work is restated by the exposed stitching, including it’s visible flaws and tensions. Beginning with the home I returned from the hospital to as a newborn, and moving through to a building I have not yet set foot in, but is the form of my future home, where my daydreams reside.



home 2 and 3
August 22, 2009, 10:22 pm
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I’m reveling in the memories that drawing this series is bringing up, gardens that felt like an entire wilderness and walled in flower beds overhanging fish ponds, perfect for imagined fairies. Feelings are going to become a little more fraught when I get up to some more recently departed homes.

I’m working on Magnani Pescia paper and I’m not happy with it. It has a beautiful almost fuzzy softness to it but anywhere the paper has become saturated it gives a mottled appearance. Any recommendations for favorite hot pressed watercolour papers would be appreciated.

Looking over these again I am so disappointed with the paper, I think I may have to start over again.



Home
August 21, 2009, 10:49 pm
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The beginning of a planned series of restrained watercolours, this is my first home. Currently between homes, temporarily accommodated in a place that once was home but is no longer I seek refuge in memories of settlement. No looming shadows as the memories are weak and mellow, more to do with my favorite yellow bathers than the structure of place.




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