Lottie Stoddart

Heart has had an overwhelming and pervasive fantasy about living somewhere remote, surrounded by what’s left of the natural world. Is this because it’s been a very rainy winter in London or does it go deeper? Because Head is fully adapted to this country and has never had seasonal blues. It loves walking in the…

At a group exhibition a few years ago, a visitor came up to me and said that they’d looked down the list of works and seen the title Moderate or Good. “I just had to go find that painting immediately,” they said. I don’t remember if anything was expressed about the visual qualities of the…

If an artist works best in solitude, a certain adaptation is required when a baby gurgles in the corner (on a blanket laid over layers of bubblewrap). It is still a sort of solitude, despite the baby, as the baby does not question, judge, smirk, compliment, theorise – but the baby does demand (and distract).…

I like collecting, so naturally, I like lists. Lists are a very easy and non-committal way of collecting. For Dismember my Monster, I made a reading list. Fictional. Just for myself (another indulgence). But then I extended it to include film. I suppose it’s like having an accompanying soundtrack, except a lot more work if…

When I was little, I created my own cabinets of curiosity; old letterpress trays in chests of drawers filled with shells and fossils, liberally mixed together with Kinder Egg toys and cracker charms; the free gifts in cereal packets; dolls house furniture and reproduction Roman coins from English Heritage gift shops (anything to delay a…