Gemma Boyd

Bio: Musician, poet, mixed media artist, organic allotmenteer.

Day 21

A wet and dry mixed media piece featuring coffee stains, felt-tip pen, pencil and coloured pencil leaves, sun, tendrils and birds in greens, purples, greys, yellows and pink (created by joining up the coffee dots). This is overlaid with neon blue squiggly lines that represent water. Written in black are the words of my poem, "Why do I feel so strongly the need to tell those who / outlive me what it was like to be a human on Earth; / to leave behind some great truth or warning or / overflow of celebration in music, words and art of / my experiences I would gladly forfeit for rest?"

impulse

Day 20

FOR BRIGHTON, THE MET AND WEST MIDLANDS POLICE

I’m the invisible woman always being
shoved into nonexistence I stand here
the sum of everyone whose hands have
destroyed me every Boyd feature of them
reflected back at me first thing and
I’m supposed to love myself while bending
my blood path in the opposite direction
because I can

©️Gemma Boyd

(Dedicated to every survivor of incest / domestic violence / harassment / coercive control who has had to fight to be heard and for protective action to be taken against their abusers)

people admire my honesty

Day 19

A line of various seeds and packets of seed on a white A5 piece of paper with the words written in pencil, then circled around, “RANDOM ART GENERATORS.”

Untitled

Day 18

A square digital artwork. Ideas for my signature story as an artist are written in black with an iPencil onto a white background. Bits of it have then been crossed out, scribbled out, or suggestions for improvements added in bright red ink.

figuring out my signature story as an artist

Day 17

Artwork by Gemma Boyd

Day 16

Antarctica

Day 15

A3 mixed media piece: Strong coffee was poured onto the page, and then I drew black pen outlines around some of the coffee splatter. I watercolour painted onto this areas of green land and water, scored in with coloured pencils of lighter blues and greens. The result is very visceral and territory-like.

Uncharted Territory

Day 14

Today I would create my own private tiny home out of hemp bricks, straw, timber, clay and water. I would enter it with my black cat, Buddy in my arms and crawl into our cosy bed. While we sleep our home would magically relocate to the edge of an ecovillage far away from the UK, where there are no gyms, no drinking culture, no Brexit, no hairdressers, no Phds, no stiff upper lips, no Oxford Street, and no pandemic. There I would work in the garden and as an artist during the day and have my own space to explore and learn at night.