Friday, 17 August 2007


Sometimes I have a picture in my head and it turns into three dimensions. It's my brothers 50th birthday next month. This is his present. I am fairly confident he doesn't make a habit of looking at this page so it's probably ok to unveil him here. He is a Satin Bower bird. The inspiration for the title of this blog. He comes to me in dreams and holds a special place in my heart. When I see one in reality, I am moved, for the connection we have is undeniable. He is a collector of beautiful colour. A hoarder. He sculpts an elaborate bower around the jewels he finds and lures potential lovers to his creation. My brother and I are cursed/blessed with the same affliction. I think it's genetic. We collect to the point of suffocation. We sort and catalogue, assign and combine. This bird is made of things he might have collected, had I not found them first.

Saturday, 4 August 2007


At last a new thing! I have taken a little break from my SXS flowers and constructed this little guy. He is the man in the suit, going to the job he hates. Made from discarded plastic. Little marvels of human engineering and invention, which, like him, are so often ignored for their true value and potential. He is time personified. How briefly we exist, how easily we discard our precious moments.