My, my, hey, hey.

Today I went to the studio and painted. I also socialized A LOT. I’m starting to meet other artists in my building and it’s fantastic. It almost makes me feel like I live here.

Every Thursday we meet with “lunchy” items and then go back/off to work. Today I spent hours mixing flesh tones. Exciting for me, probably not for you. My studio looks like it’s full of strange coloured icing.

I quickly became short of palettes to mix paints on and I ended up improvising. I used old scraps of wood covered with cut plastic bags to mix paint on. I used so much paint, It looked like over indulgent icing, practically unhealthy icing.

However, there is something comforting about creating mounds of paint.


Ohm eye, ohm eye!

Well you got the eye down. I’m frightened to see the rest! I takes guts to stare into that gaze and search it for meaning, like looking into your own grave.

Haha, exactly. Wait until you see the rest of it.

© 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