Birth Sleeves? New Editions.

Bari Goddard, born 1958
Digital print on silk
“Once upon a time there was an ugly little Welsh boy who wanted to sing beautiful songs and create beautiful images.
But, sadly, he was told he could only do one because that was the way of the world . . so he thought about this for a while and came to the only conclusion he was happy with – ‘Fuck you, I will do them all’. And I did…”
Diane Goldie, born 1964
Digital print on silk
“A body of a neurodivergent artist that has birthed two other female spirits, one who has transitioned to a higher realm from where she divinely collaborates
in all my projects. A wild, joyful dancing, pattern seeker who delights in the subversive and basks in the present.”
Elise Ormerod, born 1949
Digital print on silk
“I am living my best life, so much so I believe I can fly! Wonderful friends, time to give back to my community, and to be or do whatsoever I choose.”
Josh Dennis, born 1984
Digital print on silk
“I smile, I read
Words plant the seed
I move in different ways Shaping my days
Come forward, look closer Look again, look again
At this most generous of men

I work, I love, I strive
I invite you to think about what I hope is a new perspective.”
Sarah Jackson, born 1965
Digital print on silk
“So thankful to have a life full of love, laughter and dance … and Notting Hill Carnival.”
Tim Whitmore, born 1963
Digital print on silk
“My skin….like my hair, body & clothes ….I used from my teenage 70s through the 90s to help show who I was. Sometimes it helped me shine, be creative and take me on some incredible journeys. It was something I had created. It was me. It helped me stand out from the norm. But it also helped me to hide behind as I was sometimes very insecure about how I looked whilst my friends were handsome & beautiful.
Now in my 60s, looking back, it makes me smile to remember the times, places, situations & people who I met on my skin’s journey. Sometimes it feels like a completely different person I’m thinking of… and so long ago.
But it’s me.

My skin helped me shine.
My skin took me on adventures. My skin helped me hide.
My skin does not define who I am. My skin I don’t see anymore.”

Tony Tempest, born 1961
Digital print on silk
“I’m not sure if I still haven’t found what I’m looking for.
Endlessly striving to improve by re-making, re-moulding, re-modelling. Honing in and tweaking. Advancing by taking a step backwards or sideways. Going off on a tangent while staying on course. On route to destination unknown. Unsettlingly settled.”

BIRTH SLEEVES – IN THE MAKING

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