The Space Between Reflecting on the exhibition 10th April 2018- 15th April 2018 The liminal and the overlooked. Those threshold spaces that are neither here nor there. That glimpse of something fleeting. A memory of something vague and untellable. These are things explored in my latest work for the exhibition The Space Between at The Christmas Steps Gallery, Bristol with artist Jemma Grundon, musician Jim Cornick and writer Gemma Brace. Jemma Grundon and I first met at univer

The Space Between Jessica Bartlett and Jemma Grundon The Christmas Steps Gallery, 11 Christmas Steps Gallery, Bristol, BS1 5BS www.christmasstepsgallery.co.uk The Space Between is an exhibition by Bristol-based artists Jemma Grundon and Jessica Bartlett. It is an exhibition that explores ideas of transitional space and impermanence, as the artists attempt to find sensitive ways in which to capture a moment in time, and explain the aesthetic beauty of memory. Grundon and Bartl

New year’s day, Looking forward/Looking back. 2017 was a year of small (but amazing) steps towards being more creative, I am proud of what I achieved and the things I have made. I hope 2018 will give me time to really get going and make all the things I have been daydreaming about. This is the year that my twins start at preschool. A monumental milestone which will allow me (and them) to stride out and explore new worlds. A new chapter is quite literally being written this Ja

Book of Leaves In my research into the Japanese traditions of Haiku and Haiga, that have formed a basis for many of my own works, I found out about the book: Man’yoshu. ‘Collection of ten thousand leaves’, it’s a very early compilation of Japanese poems. An unique work of its time. It was the poetic resonance of the title that first struck me, I pictured (maybe too obviously) a tree in autumn. The title of the book can also be interpreted as a ‘collection of ten thousand word

I find them everywhere. Even in the most concrete, urban places somehow a stray leaf will have blown my way, giving imperfect balance to my day. As foliage, green, they are a part of the tree; the garden; the woodland; the forest. Fallen, on the ground, they are mementos of what was. The autumn makes this passage of time, the falling becomes a spectacle. The abundance of leaves is an accepted beauty, a time to pause and appreciate nature. Rarely the singularity of a leaf is