1961 - 2014 Artist, singer, songwriter composer, film-maker Bachelor Of Arts, First Class Honours Degree in Visual and Performing Arts from Brighton Polytechnic
Laura Windle was a true polymath as suggested in her choice of Degree which she past with a First, both in Visual and Performing Arts. She was an award winning performer as a vocalist and pianist in a wide variety bands in Brighton.
Laura’s degree show included paintings in oil and acrylic together with prints, photographs and short films, the show sold out and Laura continued to experiment with a variety of materials and techniques throughout her career.
Laura first studied fashion design at Medway College of Design in Kent and then moved to London where she lived and worked until deciding to continue here studies in Brighton.
She was lead vocalist with the David Ingledew Band and she also founded the Brighton based Jazz band The City Birds, performing Jazz Standards and original compositions. Laura was a member of the country’s leading Symphony Chorus The Brighton Festival Chorus with whom she toured throughout the UK and Europe.
Laura was obviously a busy performer but always kept up her love of composition working on ideas for film and television but also composing with her brother Kevan, as life long collaborators and performers with numerous incarnations of their bands. But they were best know locally for their performances as Three Girl Rumba.
Three Girl Rumba created a unique blend of hypnotic, pulsing yet melodic sounds juxtaposed with haunting, drifting, echoing voices all performed by Laura and Kevan.
1955 – 2008 Artist
Helga Windle studied Fine Art at Nottingham University. She went on to be a prolific artist, with shows in UK, Iceland, USA, New Zealand and China.
She said: "I paint about myself, my life and the world around me in a non-representational way."
Helga could always be found drawing in her sketchbook about her day-to-day life, and produced hundreds of Modern Art paintings. She painted many landscapes of Iceland, the country of her birth. and New Zealand, the country she lived in. there Helga opened an Arts Centre in a Church on the west coast of South Island
She was heavily involved in art in the community and in school projects. Helga undertook many art projects in the landscape, like “The Bench” on Shoreham Beach, and “Icarus and the Mermaid”, in Bolsover, Rugby.
BA Hons Fine Art b.1997, Chertsey. London / New Zealand based
The domestic becomes fragmented then curated – by the marks of my pencil and the thread of my stitch – to lie in limbo between the familiar and uncanny. I utilise the intimacies of craft to establish familial relationships between places and things – giving physical form to notions of home, upbringing and the self.
Maggie’s poetry March 2020
Lockdown Lidl The sun was shining…I took my chance…wrapped my face in a scarf kept my distance. The chill in the air made my cheeks glow…hadn’t been out for a week or so my muscles were weak … I could hear my knees creak. I was off to Lidl, groceries to seek. I scanned the view but all I saw was the queue from the door…”only two in” cried the guard as we shuffled slowly but surely our protests muffled we moved to the front so exuberant. Pushing my trolley across the tiles I exchanged with the guard small tentative smiles as he let me in. Now the dance could begin… the long empty aisles so smooth and so wide I chasse’d with joy from side to side …a fleckerl here… a volta there a reverse by the courgettes oh.. look at the frame of that pair in front! they are obviously taking bets on who can fleckerl the best without touching. Our faces averted..so nobody flirted with six foot of space between what could we do? Not a word spoken…our trolley tokenthe price paid. Not even an eye dance that many would flirt with to get themselves laid…the goggles and masks saw to that. Our trollies swung left Our baskets swung right…we scrambled for cartons of Muller Lite…cheese packets tumbled…cornflakes were crumbled…bananas went flying…onions were crying or was it the leeks ? I swung round each corner …and froze when a body swung round the corner the same. Measuring tiles…were we six foot apart?...and a third body doing the same The cashier was smiling behind a new frame on his counter where the bill for my purchases came I wished him well as I danced away…all Lidled out… for today
The Queens Speech They say the Queen is to give a speech at 8pm on Sunday reaching out across the land to cheer us on for Monday. sitting next to her silken lamp hung with golden tassles her specs perched on the end of her nose furry slippers covering her toes under the desk where the corgis doze… free from care and hassles. It can’t be much fun being a Monarchwhen your family disagree but every family can feel like thatwhen family members cause a spat… gritted teeth…a slammed door…somebodies dog puddling the floor or was that Philip? I used to tell my children ”remember what I say….if it would make Nanny smile then DO it…if she WOULDN’T smile…then don’t! “ Imagined Nan, watching their play, served to remind them of will or won’t. It can’t be much fun being Queenie…being asked to help lay down the rules, on how we should act …and how we should be…when all Grannies want is just a babe on their knee, their family nearby, and a nice cup of tea…and Countdown. So the nation’s Nan is talking on Sunday…we will all tune in this time to hear what she says…to smile at her face …to hope that her goodness and her grace will send the message that we need to hear… “WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING? …. YOU KNOW RIGHT FROM WRONG! DO WHAT YOU’RE TOLD…FOLLOW THE RULES! ….right….Now Carry On ! “