1st february 2026

It’s come around again, already like a big albatross, the cringeathon of my own making, the petard I hoist myself by. I for some reason have always set myself huge big grand plans for art which involve repition, day after day, like Sophie Calle or someone else lol I cant think of right now. This blog isn’t really that repetitive when you compare it to putting the bins out or having a pee but I’m self obsessed so i’m saying it is. Poor me.

SO WHAT HAPPENED IN JAN morven?

Well, I could confidently say that normally I have a nervous breakdown in December, a nervous breakdown in January, then another one in February then when March comes I get what is probably a real condition: LIGHT OVERDOSE SYNDROME, and become high as a kite and full of energy which I cannot spend. However for SOME REASON, this January hasnt been TOO BAD. Fuck me. I decided to try to allocate some time to do all the admin I have to legitimately do but don’t allocate time for, I submitted my tax return on the 21ST JANUARY which is probably the earliest ever and although obviously I put of any prep of upcoming work to the last possible minute over writing this blog, honestly it hasnae been too bad. Live Laugh Love. Downsides: as my cousin says: without the lows, there are no highs. And nervous breakdowns are kind of my USP so I do feel like I am not delivering on that front. I have only cried 15 days out of 31 haha.

anything else less boring?

Yes, I made a new website! Here is is and BOOM there is a webshop which is called The Grotto. There are some things on there you can buy. WHAT THE FUCK. So if u want to buy something, you can. Some people update their website when they need to, I prefer to change entire platforms once a year. I don’t know why.

WHAT’S ON IN FEBRUARY?

I am still doing nothing really BUT my mate Jemima is having an exhibition in the New Glasgow Society on 27/28 February and possibly beyond. Her instagram is here so follow her to see what’s happening. JEMIMA’S INSTAGRAM

SOME OLD NEWS

I am trying to make a new bit of work about being sibling carer. Which is a debatable term that I do not know if I fully agree with, but its the best way of saying it to the layman. This work isn’t really about being a sibling carer, but I guess I am trying to link up my love of the throwaway, the trinket, the LOW ART oooh as a connection or opposite to my caring life. I am also a mum, which I haven’t found easy either. As I mentioned above, I am self-obsessed and I want the limelight, but also I am scared and do loads of shit for people even before they ask cos I want them to like me. You may have guessed by now that I am in therapy lol.

Anyway, last year I wrote a blog about this for Scottish Sculpture Workshop. It perhaps isn’t the best thing I ever wrote, but maybe its the start of a flavour. If u can explain better why I like stringing pearls because my caring labour is systemically invisible pls write me an essay eh, I know its connected lol and maybe someone else can make it sound IMPORTANT and ARTY. Cos it is hahahahahaha.

Here is the blog: SCOTTISH SCULTPURE WORKSHOP BLOG