Alice Kin
Artist born in Essex, raised in Brixton, now on long term retreat in a mossy Yorkshire woodland.
Moving off grid was a radical shift, initially, everything was there to experiment with, dipping flowers in wax, carving mushrooms, making pigments from plants.
But a chance encounter with a sheep and lamma smallholder and a tonne bag of fleece later... wool became a primary material. Creating forms worked well in the low light of the little off grid shack. Repetitive poking with needles suited living alone with ADHD.
Time passed, skills grew, and a fortuitous meeting with a solar engineer provided a glorious supply of discarded copper wire. Alice stitched, bent, torched the wire, eventually buying pliers.
All the while the trees. Some ancient, some planted by the vigorous landowner decades before. It is still too soon to describe the osmosis of life amongst them. With shapes humans know from the wildest of dances, breaks we know from the hardest of times, resilience we rarely trust, growth we don't pause to celebrate.
Trees have stubbornly provided material for Alice's sculpture, and slowly she makes and learns from them. Many cuts to the hand and shin, blades wedged, sculpts splitting, Alice Kin will admit with a glint in the eye that she is a novice.
Any art you buy supports this journey.
