Stealing from ghosts
1971 – I was fourteen and we found a storage hut at school, next to the tennis court. We climbed in and nicked a few costumes. These were vintage clothes used for school plays. I stole a little black cape … Read More
1971 – I was fourteen and we found a storage hut at school, next to the tennis court. We climbed in and nicked a few costumes. These were vintage clothes used for school plays. I stole a little black cape … Read More
www.beckynuttall.com ‘I am not a romantic‘ is a work on the theme of gender, identity, fashion, art, literature, popular culture, history and feminism These are the images that influenced the work; John Keats: The first Romantic poet I read when … Read More
In my adolescence, I visited the artist in a London flat. There was a room designated for the studio; I could not smell turps or white spirit; I could not see a Francis Bacon tsunami licking the prosaic off the … Read More
She was a Catholic and the first person I knew with a florescent Virgin Mary statue; maybe there’s something in this Catholicism, I thought, if you need a green glow to help you through the night. We loved the Monkees … Read More
He liked boys, he kissed me anyway. I had the taste of two lipsticks in my mouth, his named peachy pink and mine fuchsia gloss. Baby blue, shimmer cream, I blushed. Willingly I would’ve shed my clothes for him … Read More