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Wednesday, 28 December 2011

Artlessness and Quickfixation

This is a some footage I made in California in the summer as part of the Meta Residency and have just put together on youtube video editor, it is the first time I have used it and it is ok. I would like to be able to play with the timing more and work with the audio a lot more elaborately (I had to pick from their library of music, I couldn't even select silence!)

But... I think it is Ok so far and at least I can share it.
So here is the first video diagram in the manual I am compiling : 
'Quick Fixes'

And like so often, I need to take my own advice....
I have been a bit artless, let things landslide off the table, 
spending so much time navigating through the invisible world of possibility and impossibility.
Let loves down by being invisible.

But the friction of boredom and fast sprouting energy
and the intangible and the tangible start to merge, my sketches and plans appear in the everyday.
layered like a lovely projection on the real, arrows pointing excitedly and bowed lines connecting things
circles surrounding things to say 'ohhhh Yes'. Alliterative Titles next to things in Bold capitals, in Bold boxes. 

Don't get me wrong, I have been laughing, I have been cooking, I have been mothering, I have been lovering,
I have been singing and dancing and swimming in the sea and giving shoulder rides and cebebrating.
But I have also been a little hidden, slothy and blurred.
Time to wake up.

Pass the Glitter....


Wednesday, 23 November 2011


Dear Art lover!

After the show at the Hospital club, I now have a house full of art! So I thought I would make the most of it and show it off a bit.

So drop in!
There will be mulled wine flowing and filling the air with its hypnotic flavour.
Nibbles, until all nibbled.
A few spontaneous singsongs.
Walls filled with my work
all within the comfort of my lovely little home.

All welcome.

Look forward to seeing you!

x Louise Riley

ps. there are lots of fun things to do close by also so make a day of it!:

There is The Lee Valley Icerink 10 minutes down the road.
A lovely walk can be had at Wathamstow Marshes and along the River Lee.
There is the famous Chatsworth Road Saturday Market and there is a Santas Grotto and Christmas market a short bus ride away at St John-at-Hackney Church Gardens London E5 0PD.

ps. I will be selling prints and there will be an option to buy the more major works in installments as low as £40 a month! so you could have one of my mega embroideries in your home! yahooo!

Wednesday, 2 November 2011

The Culmination of Creation- Last chance people!

Hey Loves!
This show is coming down on Saturday!
If you want to see it this is your last chance!
24 Endell St, Covent Garden, London, WC2H 9HQ

The Triptych I created in the window over the last month, 
Spacescape, Landscape, Cellscape. 
Altogether they make up:
'A Diorama of Creation From Scale 1-∞'

I feel quite emotional seeing them altogether, it has been quite the sewing marathon and stretching them up for the last part of the exhibition where the are displayed as a diorama was joyful, peaceful, liberating and sad all at the same time. I feel most drawn to the mountain, I just want to dive in that lake, feel the cool slippery water pass over me, swim to the otherside, walk through the forest and smell that damp piney smell and then climb that mountain. I want in. 
They are each 94" x 72", 
they can collaborate with the world and eachother, with light and shadow. 
When I lay the landscape over the spacescape it is instantly a nightscape:


Below are the pieces in the other windows, you can see the difference by night and by day, 
ever evolving in a slightly wonky cycle.

This is the best shot I got by night, there will be better ones when I take it all out, the window is so reflective it is challenging to photograph. 

 Over and out. xx

Thursday, 20 October 2011

Time Away

I'm taking tim, away to dream, I'm taking time out to clean up my room and when i clean up, my room will gleam, because dreams aren't as unreal as they seem...

I am taking thes rest of this week off, I started sewing a city and I hated it! After sewing the universe and the mountains it was torture to sew something inorganic. I have been wrestling all week, having crisis' of confidence and wildy wracking my brain for the solution, trying to make myself do it. 
And the conclusion is,
I cannot
do it.

There were so many signs including the fact that my costume for this week set of fire at my private view!
I'm ok, I'm ok, don't worry!

So I am putting full steam into the last phase which I am going to start this saturday and it is going to be BEAUTIFUL 
and I am 100% sure about it.
Until then I am going to make my costume
and do some washing, read books with my daughter, play the guitar and dance.

Sat: 10.30-5.30
Mon: 10.30 - 3.30
Tues: 10.30 - 2.30
Wed: 1-8
Thurs: 10.30 - 3.30
Fri: 10.30 - 2.30
Sat: 1-8

See you next week! xx

Magma makes Mountains


Sewing the mountainscape was heavenly, it is an arrow pointing at the heavens afterall,
and the mountain is a perfect metaphor for a life well lived, full of the struggle, the triumph, the slippery slope, 
While sewing the reflection of the mountain in the lake, I reflected on this idea.
Its all real in this surreal world of lateral literalness.


Tuesday, 11 October 2011

Sewing a landscape...

Sewing in Situ 1 from Louise Riley on Vimeo.

Today was my first day sewing an earthly landscape, I made a satisfactory start and had a lot of nice conversations, but if I look like I am frowning in the photo it is because I was. Quite a few people mentioned the length of my skirt and spoke quite loudly but indirectly about me, saying quite horrible things, completely discrediting my work. I was quite shocked really, I thought the outfit was so great it didn't even occur to me that it would upset anyone. The costumes are part of the concept. This week I am sewing an earthly landscape and am dressing as elements that have created some of the wonderous landscapes we know today. Do you really think anything says storm better than this?

Saturday, 8 October 2011

Last day of Sewing the Universe

I will be in situ from about 3.30pm till 10pm today, there is more work in the lobby to see.
This is the last day I will be sewing the Universe.
Come and pop in.
The Hospital Club
24 Endell St, Covent Garden, London, WC2H 9HQ

Thursday, 6 October 2011


Took down this show this morning and painted the wall white which was sad, though the ink bleeding through the white was so lovely....

Wednesday, 5 October 2011

The Lucidity Slice - Stopping Time, To Time Travel

These are pictures from my show at The Hospital Club, I have taken over the lobby. It was so great to make this work, I had planned to have the embroideries facing out onto the street, but when making window pieces one should take into consideration the effect that mirrored glass will have on visibility! haha, so they are facing inside!
While sewing these pieces I have untangled the rain, I have spun the sun, made a starscape of rainbows and plucked out rupunzels pubes. I LOVE ARTLIFE!

'Liquid Lucy in Lucidity's Slice and Splice'


"The soul would have no rainbow if the eye had no tears" - Native American proverb
'Smokey Spirit Selina'
 Notice that there is basically a grown up rainbow bright and rapunzel in this show, not being influenced by my daughter Nova at all :-S

The Diorama of Creation From Scale 1-∞

I have just begun a three week performance piece in the window of The Hospital Club in Covent Garden, where I will be sewing every day apart from the Sabbath for the next 3 weeks, though I am considering adding an extra week because it is just so damn fun. Yesterday I was almost in tears feeling so overwhelmed at how wonderful it is, feeling like I was born to dress up and put loads of makeup on (looking slightly draggy lets face it), listening to my favourite songs and dancing while sewing and people giving me thumbs up all day long. This week I am sewing the Universe and yesterday I had a little helper come to keep me company.

 I Love My Window Sticker!

Incredible costume made for me by the equally incredible Mariaflora P
which I actually slightly burst out of trying to reach those distant planets and am repairing as we speak.
So come and visit me, this is my schedule for the rest of this week:
Wednesday, Saturday(today) - 3pm-10pm
Thursday, Friday - 10am - 5pm

Will post schedule for next week on Sunday.

Here's to celebratin' creation by creatin'!

This is the song that has been blowing in my ear. It transports me to that magical place that is NOLA.

Saturday, 20 August 2011


It is with enormous pride and delight that I announce I shall be one of the thirty artists in this book coming out in September, Push Stitchery: 30 Artists Explore the Boundaries of Stitched Art. Believe me, it is an honour to be set alongside these artists, we are all adventurers and not afraid of a bit of hard labour. I cannot wait to hold a copy in my hands and give it a sniff, I hope it doesn't smell of fish like the last book I was in that I eagerly sniffed. That was weird. 

Anyway, a big squeeze to the author for including me, Jamie Chalmers aka Mr X.

You can pre-order from Amazon here

Sunday, 24 July 2011

Its like holding hands, only rougher

I just went to do an artists residency in the Sonoma Hills of California. I have to admit when I arrrived there was a storm a brewing inside, I did the same residency last year and the whole landscape and experience was so pregnant with the love I felt and received from someone special, that to go back to the land, to retread those sacred footsteps alone suddenly filled me with fear and as the plane took off I just wept.

There is a term in New Orleans called 'taking the beast for a walk', well that is exactly what I intended to do, was gonna get on that hill and curate the sky with kites, like speech bubbles, or bat signals, or even exorcisms of the fliers. So excited to collaborate with the wind and in my mind I wanted to build this huge whily out of control kite, that wouldn't necessarily work with the wind, that would furl and unfurl, morph and and just rah in the sky. I didn't know if I could do it, I had an excellent kite construction book and of course my usual cockiness that anything can be done.

So as we are driving from San Francisco we stop and get a bite to eat at this funny little seaside restaurant with a cowboy band honky tonking in the next room, we fill our bellies and say cheers to the impending adventure with a litte sparkly. Before we left, I needed to dip into that sea, cos when I see the sea, I just need a little baptism, so i ran in with my clothes on, (to be fair my little jumpsuit was not much more than a swimming costume and bang, it was a real boistroous sea, it gave me a real tumble and I swam out to where the waves were a little less crashy. I will tell you, it was beautiful and fierce, it was icey cold and th waves were so powerful, it was being at the mercy of nature at its best, I ended up swallowing a whole load of sea water and really struggles with all my might against the undercurrent that would just wipe out my progress in a second. When I got to shore I had a moment of that elation, the stingy pink of my skin, the pride of the wrestle, but very quickly I couldn't see straight and sitting in the foot well naked swaddled by a blanket I puked my guts out into a coffee cup. When we began the ascent up the hill, with the sun glittering through the evergreens and the smell of the forest all the fear had gone, all the memories were washed out. I was so weak and base, all I culd think of was gratitude for all the beauty as my head began not to spin anymore and I felt the warm air that rising to the peak washes over you, by the time I arrived, it was just a sweet warm relief to be in this place I knew so well and loved.

When I got there I quickly realised there was no wind to play with, I ran around like a silly puppy with my maquette kite, enjoying the sweet exercise and youthful sprite it takes to fly a kite, but it was fruitless. Without being able to try out the simple kites I couldn't get a sense for how it all worked and quickly my confidence and sureness melted away, which felt awful. I was only going to be there for two weeks and already a fair few days had passed by this time. The ghosts of the land started fogging up as the San Francisco smog crept up like a beautiful, but sinister blanket and the beast was sitting right on my chest, I was definitely not taking it for any walk.

But as life always does, the little sparks of inspiration started their little glow and it is all thanks to the people, it always is, that is why there are so many people in my work, the beautiful encounters we can have, the inspiration and the mutual button pressing that goes between people when they share their souls so openly, that magic, that always fires me up. Some of the people I meet in my life are magnificent, the wildness of a personal intimacy between two people is so unique, even in its ordinariness. I was so inspired by my artist friend Daphane Park, who just manages to bring so many people together by asking for help and having ideas on the table as a forum of discussion, it made me realise how limited I am sometimes, how I just work away in some squirrel hole alot of the time, just to be able to feel some all-encompassing ownership and I can say that, that my work is all mine all mine, but that attitude has only brought my loneliness and often exhaustion from having big ideas and trying to achieve them alone.

And Pamala, she has created a forum for deep discussion and relation in a place of safety, that is such a rare and rough diamond, that kind of devotion is so uncommon to me and I wonder and admire that she is evolved in such a way and I can see that she has such depth with so many people she touches.

Adrina my collaborator and dearest friend, we truly do cross oceans for eachother and pioneer our lives to involve eachother for meetings of the minds but also for the future, to always have a path that somehow includes eachother.

And Elliott the warrior, who let me talk on the phone for an hour in circles beause sometimes that is just how realisation and understanding comes.

And John for finding the glitter in the dark with a torch, for John because he is a special person and ecouraged me to play the organ, when the rest were getting sick of my bad teenage renditions of love songs.

To Miles and Valentine, for moving the slight cinic (inbuilt london barriers) so physically and emotionally with their psychic ceremony. They told me that I could reenact a few scenarios in my life, ask back the parts of myself that I gave too freely, they also led me to imagine that my aura was an opening and closing rose, opening to let the joy flood in, closing to protect my sweet self.

Seed and her gentle compassion and understanding.

I made some work, some new kind of work, I started something that has been inkling in my mind but never made it out as a solid pursuit and I left happy, stinking to buggery as the electricty and therfore hot water, had run out two days before, warm from the candlelight talks, a head full of glitter and some serious cowboy boots on my feet increasing my stride by 1.5. On the way to the airport I felt the beast on my chest again. And then the tears just flowed, nothing lasts forever, some beauty is just a fleeting gift.

I made a droplet, a geometric construction. This holds so much weight in my mind this form. It seems to have it all, it is the top of the hierarchy of needs, it has all of life in it, it has release, it has that mid air tiny slice of the present, it has left the source and there is an explosion impending, it is that perfect tiny slice of the present that I always think about, that doesn't really exist since the future is sucked through the portal of the present to become past in a seamless transaction. It is so relevent.
Now the last drop of that year yonder love has left my body, I have a banging body, well as much as it can bang after having a kid, but it does, all that doughy flesh that seemed to appear when love was in fruit has gone and what is left is the ferral necessity, the lythe muscles it takes to get through a day in my life, which can be a little on the edge of possibility, I feel ready to pounce.
And when I was putting the eyedrops in my nearly five year old daughters eye, who has glaucoma and has just had her second surgery all in the space of five weeks, I realised the how connected we were, that the drops would go into her eyes and come out of mine.

I am going to make some films and y'all will see them soon. really soon and I think I might turn all of them into a book.

Get ready.

Thursday, 5 May 2011

The Swan Bandwagon

Finally found these photos in a dusty corner of my hard-drive.
A paper wedding dress I made for Kate's Paperie in New York.
 I was working right up to the button and unfortunately my photos were not very good 
and neither were theirs! 
These are the best of them.
Let me know if you want one for your wedding.
pros : unique, can get big volume without using too much paper, so you can look like my big fat gypsy wedding for less, you can snip it up afterwards and write your thank you letters on it.
cons: flammable, kind of awkward to sit down, people might tear off bits to write eachothers phone numbers on, you know what cattle markets weddings can be.

The back of the Bolero

The Dress and Close-up of the Train

Wednesday, 27 April 2011

Mardi Gras! The most evident utensil

7 oclock Mardi Gras morning after getting to sleep at 5.30 am. My god adrenaline is an amazing thing. Thank god being as pale as a ghost only enforced the concept of my costume.
Photo - Caitlin Hansen

Can you guess what I am? Neither could anyone else! The thing is, I was so convinced of the clarity of this costume and now when I look at this picture I wonder what I was actually thinking, why I had such clear confidence that I was almost an exact replica. I can see that I could make some minor improvements and it will be much clearer, longer wig, gold bit and pink bit actually part of the dress.... Next time.
So I did make it and cut my own pattern for it and it is doublesided and turns into a kind of multi-from avant guarde evening gown on the other side. I am proud of these things. 
So I will give you some clues: 

First clue - it was inspired by this song, the brainwave hit me like a lightening bolt in the head. 

Second clue - you can't actually see it, and I shall take a picture and ammend this post, but my cape is in the style of a piece of lined paper.

Third clue - the people seemed to really like my dance when I wrote their names with my hat and my other dance specifically entitled the 'Rubbing man'.

Yep you guessed it.


 And another costume made from the wallpaper of Dominic Crinson. We are propellor boy, jelly fish and cabin boy respectively, all dolled up for the Maritime Ball at the Spellcaster Lodge. It felt great, though I needed to take an assistant to the loo and some rather rough looking gaffa tape repairs were made through the evening, since I was completley unable to control my dance moves when the 'Thee Oh See's' began to play.

 Photo - Caitlin Hansen

Photo - Caitlin Hansen                              

Saturday, 16 April 2011

Destruction Inspires Creation

Was thinking of renting out some desk space....anyone? ;-)

Harmonious soundwaves from the loophole of infinity. 
Visual onomatpoeia, you know looks like the sound it would make.

 Coming out of their shell

We are all born in a barn

Retired lightening bolts of passion