local life.
new me on show
tile art creativity works of many hands young and old to overcoming life with creating a way through lockdown.
THE CAREW Arms CRowcombe
7th october 2020
Becoming the ARTIST BORN to be
The Thomas Poole Library
Nether Stowey
Ist exihibition of work Locally
Childhood birth Home.
29/2/2020
Nether Stowey
Ist exihibition of work Locally
Childhood birth Home.
29/2/2020
International womans day City hall Bristol.7/3/20
7th March 2020
2 years ago I picked up a pencil.
The first time in years.
Revisiting a childhood passion in the form of art.
Little did I know at the time that as the months went on and the voice I held for many years began to fade, to be heard,failed to be understood,even string words together to hold conversations became a challenge.
Due to the childhood memories of fears and threats installed.
If I ever spoke out to anyone what would be the dreaded consequences.
The drawing skills of a childhood dream a passion as a child became one of my life saving techniques for survival.
To keep me alive when days were dark.
Using natures colours as prompts to keep me alive.
To eat and drink.
Those next steps daily to be taken.
The essentials in order for me to be still stood here today.
Enabling the voice inside screaming to come out.
To Find freedom to express somehow.
Releasing the many built up frustrations and anger to manage accordingly.
Finding moments of comfort and joy to just breath and relax.
After Describing some inner deep suppressed thoughts,feelings and experiences.
What life is really like living in my world.
Observed from my eyes.
Releasing the fears and anxieties
That caused endless cycles of mental torture over the years
A real voice owned from birth to be heard somehow.
My physical presence may not be there today
But I'm proud and privileged to be supporting my way,with the roar of a voice I own to be heard in the form of creativity on show at this event today.
2 years ago I picked up a pencil.
The first time in years.
Revisiting a childhood passion in the form of art.
Little did I know at the time that as the months went on and the voice I held for many years began to fade, to be heard,failed to be understood,even string words together to hold conversations became a challenge.
Due to the childhood memories of fears and threats installed.
If I ever spoke out to anyone what would be the dreaded consequences.
The drawing skills of a childhood dream a passion as a child became one of my life saving techniques for survival.
To keep me alive when days were dark.
Using natures colours as prompts to keep me alive.
To eat and drink.
Those next steps daily to be taken.
The essentials in order for me to be still stood here today.
Enabling the voice inside screaming to come out.
To Find freedom to express somehow.
Releasing the many built up frustrations and anger to manage accordingly.
Finding moments of comfort and joy to just breath and relax.
After Describing some inner deep suppressed thoughts,feelings and experiences.
What life is really like living in my world.
Observed from my eyes.
Releasing the fears and anxieties
That caused endless cycles of mental torture over the years
A real voice owned from birth to be heard somehow.
My physical presence may not be there today
But I'm proud and privileged to be supporting my way,with the roar of a voice I own to be heard in the form of creativity on show at this event today.
BE HEARD exhibition.
Realisation moment of who i really am!!!
Poetry to calm,soothe &restore
January 2020
Being real
Sharing a voice to be heard.
Sharing my journey through creativity
A life of a survivor that was once a victim of crime.
Overcoming the many fears&challenges
How society makes some feel vulnerable to speak a voice born
Birthrights to use.
Found courage to reach out, accept the specialist support services with the evolved knowledge.
Supported myself and my family throughout the process from first reporting despite the abuse that happened 30+years ago.
That are still in operation with their support&guidance despite the pandemic.
With the full awareness and understanding knowledge of vulnerabilities of disclosing abuse,the effects it has on a voice that has remained hidden,fearful to express beneath the many layers
Now releasing,unafraid to unleash the much suppressed.
Relearning to speak its real voice, to hold conversations, activate change in attitudes, old societal beliefs that recovery is possible
With the knowing That communication doesn't have to be in spoken form to describe the many feelings,emotions that flow to be expressed,held deep within.
Being real
Sharing a voice to be heard.
Sharing my journey through creativity
A life of a survivor that was once a victim of crime.
Overcoming the many fears&challenges
How society makes some feel vulnerable to speak a voice born
Birthrights to use.
Found courage to reach out, accept the specialist support services with the evolved knowledge.
Supported myself and my family throughout the process from first reporting despite the abuse that happened 30+years ago.
That are still in operation with their support&guidance despite the pandemic.
With the full awareness and understanding knowledge of vulnerabilities of disclosing abuse,the effects it has on a voice that has remained hidden,fearful to express beneath the many layers
Now releasing,unafraid to unleash the much suppressed.
Relearning to speak its real voice, to hold conversations, activate change in attitudes, old societal beliefs that recovery is possible
With the knowing That communication doesn't have to be in spoken form to describe the many feelings,emotions that flow to be expressed,held deep within.
Its hard to speak into words the many feelings and emotions
So one way i support myself to calm the overwelm is to connect within and write poetry to describe daily experiences.
These are what i wrote the days
i actually recognised the real me
Roots strong and resilient on show overlooking this county despite the vulnerabilities felt.
Words cannot describe.
The unseen that churns the stomach.
Threats that once terrified.
weary feet that has clambered such heights.
Walked many roads of life.
Travelling over hot coals.
Taking a route into the unknown.
To face its shadow self to battle with.
Bring out whole and complete to become one.
A wish deep within held
Just to be heard.
As the feet step foot inside.
Breaking the curse.
The generational tale.
Cracking the links of many chains held tight.
Coiled.
preferring to be kept out of sight.
Now Out on show
Fully grown and matured.
A mouth able to open.
Explain the emotions,the carried pain of burdens.
The remains of a game from those.
Once thought would get away with after ,left to get brushed under the carpet,
Greeted by the loyal and kind.
Wrapping their unseen protection to take the hand.
The warmth seeping through.
Admiring the strength and resiliency of what still stands.
Speaking words untold.
Inspired by the beauty of this land.
Healing gifts of Mother Nature she provides daily.
Expressing to release the many feelings arising.
Turning fears into creativity
The Never disclosed.
Afraid of the outcome.
The fuss it would cause.
Enlightened to that fact it’s not the responsibility to carry anymore.
Eyes Finally finding the path of childhood dreams.
Freeing love and desires.
Missions to complete
Embracing the opening window.
Rightfully placed
Rays dazzling.
Glistening in its aura.
Drizzling in emerald green.
Ready To be seen.
29/1/20 Gemma
Written on The Train following Exhibition Visit
Bristol Bridwell Police Station.
So one way i support myself to calm the overwelm is to connect within and write poetry to describe daily experiences.
These are what i wrote the days
i actually recognised the real me
Roots strong and resilient on show overlooking this county despite the vulnerabilities felt.
Words cannot describe.
The unseen that churns the stomach.
Threats that once terrified.
weary feet that has clambered such heights.
Walked many roads of life.
Travelling over hot coals.
Taking a route into the unknown.
To face its shadow self to battle with.
Bring out whole and complete to become one.
A wish deep within held
Just to be heard.
As the feet step foot inside.
Breaking the curse.
The generational tale.
Cracking the links of many chains held tight.
Coiled.
preferring to be kept out of sight.
Now Out on show
Fully grown and matured.
A mouth able to open.
Explain the emotions,the carried pain of burdens.
The remains of a game from those.
Once thought would get away with after ,left to get brushed under the carpet,
Greeted by the loyal and kind.
Wrapping their unseen protection to take the hand.
The warmth seeping through.
Admiring the strength and resiliency of what still stands.
Speaking words untold.
Inspired by the beauty of this land.
Healing gifts of Mother Nature she provides daily.
Expressing to release the many feelings arising.
Turning fears into creativity
The Never disclosed.
Afraid of the outcome.
The fuss it would cause.
Enlightened to that fact it’s not the responsibility to carry anymore.
Eyes Finally finding the path of childhood dreams.
Freeing love and desires.
Missions to complete
Embracing the opening window.
Rightfully placed
Rays dazzling.
Glistening in its aura.
Drizzling in emerald green.
Ready To be seen.
29/1/20 Gemma
Written on The Train following Exhibition Visit
Bristol Bridwell Police Station.
Words can not explain.
In fact the voice box is speechless.
Not able to speak hold a conversation at this point.
With The overwhelm of feelings churning.
Desires and passions yearning.
With the No longer requirement released to be in hiding.
Kept a secret from showcasing the real identity.
Once Bound, wrapped with the many chains.
The many thoughts and feelings once suppressed.
Unable to come out.
Afraid of the consequences if the tongue was unleashed.
Or a tear was shed.
Somehow the key was found to unlock.
Free The magic it truly beholds
Proud To be stood alongside the masterpieces produced.
One of many coping strategies carried in its invisible backpack of many tools.
Natural abilities self taught in order to survive.
When days were dark.
Hard to get through.
To enable to describe
Events from childhood to Express.
Be heard somehow.
Memories That Filled with fear and dread.
Living many cycles stuck on repeat.
Anxieties that raced through the head that were not talked about to share.
To find that solace and inner peace somewhere
Be understood by the loyal and kind.
Freedom to just be.
In order to rest the weary eyes from endless sleepless nights.
An escape from the many warzones
To enjoy the stillness and tranquility.
Natures growth operating at it's best.
Flourishing with its colours.
Year after year.
Each change of season.
Protecting this kingdom to share.
Reaching this destination point.
Admiring The works of art grown from seed.
Roots of outstanding natural beauty.
Now here stood whole and complete
Gemma 19/2/2020
Written following Exhibition
Avon and Somerset Police and Fire Headquarters Portishead
In fact the voice box is speechless.
Not able to speak hold a conversation at this point.
With The overwhelm of feelings churning.
Desires and passions yearning.
With the No longer requirement released to be in hiding.
Kept a secret from showcasing the real identity.
Once Bound, wrapped with the many chains.
The many thoughts and feelings once suppressed.
Unable to come out.
Afraid of the consequences if the tongue was unleashed.
Or a tear was shed.
Somehow the key was found to unlock.
Free The magic it truly beholds
Proud To be stood alongside the masterpieces produced.
One of many coping strategies carried in its invisible backpack of many tools.
Natural abilities self taught in order to survive.
When days were dark.
Hard to get through.
To enable to describe
Events from childhood to Express.
Be heard somehow.
Memories That Filled with fear and dread.
Living many cycles stuck on repeat.
Anxieties that raced through the head that were not talked about to share.
To find that solace and inner peace somewhere
Be understood by the loyal and kind.
Freedom to just be.
In order to rest the weary eyes from endless sleepless nights.
An escape from the many warzones
To enjoy the stillness and tranquility.
Natures growth operating at it's best.
Flourishing with its colours.
Year after year.
Each change of season.
Protecting this kingdom to share.
Reaching this destination point.
Admiring The works of art grown from seed.
Roots of outstanding natural beauty.
Now here stood whole and complete
Gemma 19/2/2020
Written following Exhibition
Avon and Somerset Police and Fire Headquarters Portishead