This work began as a humorous homage to a favourite household item.  As one of my friend’s commented, I am such a fly swat woman.  However, each art work is built up of many thoughts and memories and all the swirling ideas that buzz around me each day.

This is a shimmering mirage on a field of cotton - three low-relief images. Are they a set of hand mirrors, reflecting nothing?  Are they windows to the future?  Who are the flies to be slapped down by the SWAT Team.  What’s the flap about?  Who is clapping?