Miniatures Exhibition – Fronteer Gallery
Fronteer Gallery
Sheffield
Selected Artist

‘Chance’, Miniatures Exhibition
The first horse I ever rode on, was huge, muzzled and called ‘Chance’. I had no control over it and cried because I hated the whole experience. I was 9 years old.
As luck would have it, years later, I rode an Icelandic pony, in Iceland. It was small, elderly and stocky, called ‘Whiskey’. As it dragged way behind the main group, I absorbed the huge expanse of snowy landscape. The ice broke across small streams. It was wonderful.
I made this tiny piece during the first lockdown, amongst other tiny matchbox artworks of places I had visited or never been to. Somehow I think it was a miniaturised way of absorbing the lockdown experience and dreaming of other places, spaces and magical moments.