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
A baby is greeted like the second coming and little rituals of worship take place amongst the banal secular ritual of cooking and cleaning in the miserable 1960s. In big families child care is duty, no matter what aspirations and … 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
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
The Irish nuns in our convent favoured the term of abuse ‘ridiculous’ or ‘ridiccaless’ in their vernacular. ‘Don’t be ridiculous Rebecca’ when I questioned anything outside their dogma, tradition or values. Not being a Catholic, and having arty parents, I … Read More