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Sculpted cupped hands with a small parcel of ‘gift’, which the visitors to the exhibition can take or place a ‘gift’ of their own for others.
Anna Masters is a mixed media and installation artist. Her practice examines the transformational qualities of time, context and actions upon the value systems and symbolism that are embedded in the objects around us.
I was driving to work from Great Yarmouth to Wroxham when I got a puncture. As I stood at the side of the road, a man pulled up in his car and changed the tyre for me. It took a good twenty minutes.
Craig and I had a car accident. A lady came out of her home in her dressing gown to comfort me and made me a sweet cup of tea.
I was 11 and for the first time ever, I was going to cook something! It was apple crumble in Domestic Science class a few weeks into my first term at the high school. My mum got the ingredients ready and off I went to school with a message from my mum ringing in my ears, ‘looking forward to our ‘afters’ tonight’.
Everything was okay. I prepared everything and popped the dish of apple crumble into an oven. And (I thought) set the correct temperature. To this day, I don’t know how it happened, but after half an hour, smoke belched out of the oven. To my dismay, when I opened the oven, my apple crumble was burnt black!
I just cried, thinking of the humiliation to come when taking home the burnt offerings. Mrs Freeman, our teacher, took me aside and said ‘don’t cry, Jean. I will make you another one. And you’ll put the crumble in the oven and take it out when it is ready–so in real terms, you will cook it.’
All went well. I produced a magnificent crumble, which I proudly took home and we ate it for ‘afters’ that evening. I never admitted my failure as a cook.
I have never forgotten Mrs Freeman’s kindness and we got on very well for the following five years. I miraculously got a Domestic Science ‘O’ level.