Synopsis
When Lyndy and her boys moved into an indifferent South London, house albeit with some very good features, rather than stripping it bare and filling it with brand new furniture and objects they decided to re-invent what was already there and to transform it by dressing it up.
There is a boldness and panache about Lyndy, the artist’s, house that makes it stand out from the style of more conventional homes. In the broadest sense, the artist’s house is always a labyrinth, a journey into the person’s psyche exposing the landscape of her soul. As she say’s ‘ I see it as an alfresco studio that reflects the journey I have made in my life as a wife and mother, to where I am now, living the life of a practicing artist.’
The artist’s home is often a laboratory, a place to gather materials and test ideas. Through her selection of furniture, artifacts patterns and textures Lyndy has assembled her house to fit around her work, to show it to its best advantage.
‘I want visitors and prospective clients coming into my house to see the work in a home environment so that they can imagine how it would look in their own homes.'
Her work is a record of her own life with landscapes from places visited and portraits of friends, family and clients. One of the most striking being a bust of her brother Richard Branson.
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