PRISCILLA EDWARDS COLLECTSTHINGS, and, it appears, has always done so. Beginning in early childhood with little scraps of paper or tin foil, a habit, she admits, her mother struggled to appreciate at the time, such seemingly irrational amassing has formalised itself in adulthood into collections of china rabbits, porcelain dolls’ heads and limbs, leather wallets, kid gloves, glass phials, copper jelly moulds, buttons, cotton reels and tape measures. Lining shelves, tucked away in drawers, stacked in boxes and suitcases and stoppered in glass sweetie jars, precious objects fill, spill and animate her studio.
Locating a practice that involves a gentle bringing together of discrete, ephemeral matter with wax, wire or stitch to make whimsical, sometimes surreal, reenvisioned objects or figures, Edwards describes her studio as‘a creative space that incubates my…