Something new, not blue.

I’ve made another decision, I won’t intimidate myself with journal posts. So I’ll now start to write quick quips and snippets as well as longer posts with photosI’m working on my applications for Uni right now so along with doing art, I’m applying for art. I am also taking it much to seriously, thank you Oscar Wilde and a Buddhist upbringing!

In my next post, I’ll start showing my process through images. In fact, I was thinking of making a new page in my portfolio section for my sketchbook. This was partly brought on by an exhibit in Falmouth. Man and I were visiting his daughter there and we went to a Dexter Dalwood exhibit. The first room had the feeling of a preface. I started getting into the meat of his work in the last room. One of the highlights though, was his sketches for his paintings. They were fantastic, tiny flits of images that were stunning, like fish hooks.

The image below is by Dexter Dalwood, it’s one of his lovely little collages. The only one I could find. And now, I am sufficiently tired enough to go to sleep. Have a good night/day/life.


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© Kyla Harris 2017.

Kyla Harris’s recent body of work stems from numerous NHS appointments and her experience of restricted mobility. Her installations and sculptures are of surrealistic domestic objects made from primarily used or expired medical supplies. Notions of dis/comfort, sustainability and the home are left as remnants of subverted interiors for the viewer to experience. Because of Harris's disability, much of her sculpture is collaborative. She has carers or personal assistants that construct and assist in the making of her work.

The artworks and journal of Kyla Harris