Love Conquers all

Super excited to have had a fabulous interview aired on BBC5 Live with Naga Munchetti to raise awareness and the stigma attached to financial struggle at the hands of an abusive partner/husband/wife at the end of a relationship/marriage. Anyone who knows me, knows I am a staunch anti domestic violence proactive campaigner/helper. Having been in a physically/emotionally and financially abusive relationship with children involved. Now they are lumbered having to carry their parents unjust abusive baggage. I have very good friends that are currently dealing with it in long suffering relationships. It is not always men however I have watched first hand abusive behaviour from women teaching their children how to be abusive.

I am here if you need help/advice with complete discretion in how to manoeuvre yourself and kids.

Take a listen to the interview if you need help or know anyone who may benefit from this.

On a lighter note my soul mate and I tied the knot in July and it was a complete celebration of love with all the people who I love and who loves my family,

” light at the end of the tunnel”…. ( also happens to be the new song title soon to be released by Kit Trigg!! Heres his spotify;

So never give up never let them get you down no matter what dreadful things they do, just feel sorry for them and move on with your happy hearts….hold your head high!! #stepchange #bbcradio5live #womensaid #love #antidomesticviolence

you can down load it here and take listen ;

woman’s House hackney London 2019

On 28th June 2019 we held our incredibly successful art exhibition on what feminism is today compared to the original womans house in California, thanks to a lovely couple who gave us their Hackney house (before it was turned into flats) for artists to make their work. This included men and children as well as women! Check them out here on instagram and for all news on upcoming events, and next years!

We also raised money for womens aid

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It was  quite a feat organising nearly thirty artists those included my darling friends jo Wood and Leah, Sue Tilley and Shirley Kemp to come into the house on a limited period of three weeks and also trusting each other, some who were very old friends and others not, infact never met. But we all took a room or a space and did our piece on what we thought about feminism now compared to 1972 ( please see earlier blog)

The house became such a loving space where we all worked together in such a short timescale but intimate spaces, it was so exciting and cathartic for most of us, as we delivered work that was so personal to us.  we had Stories of women on the steps of the house from visitors – about the power of coming together in a physical, feminist spaces, and the incredible inspiration that comes out of it. Each of us contributing a story.  We had some really great conversation, and it showed us all the power of women coming together, the great things that can come out of it (all of us were inspired and different ways, and some other practical ideas and collaborations were also being talked about), One such collaboration is another event next year, and also a magazine that will be held at the feminist library
Our opening evening had over 90 people, which considering we couldn’t allow ‘public’ and it was an underground movement was pretty exciting.
We had guests flying in from NY especially and made our own tote bags, which can be bought on instagram £5 each/proceeds to womens aid.

We are now onto our next project…….watch this space:) xx Love Katherine xxxx


Woman’s House June 28th-6th July 2019 ARTIST call out

We are looking for artists, poets, writers and thinkers to take part in a short one week project to show what feminism is today compared to 1972.
We are already a collective of artists doing an art installation that is a replica thought on a famous house in the 70’s called woman’s house in USA by a set of famous female feminist artists.

We started this page as we are keen to research the thoughts of men and women of our generation what the word ‘feminist’ means to them. In our current climate I have questioned over and over “where do we stand?” Our world is now so far away from the original idea of ‘feminism’ as perceived in the 70’s by a group of American artists who created woman’s house, this installation is intended to explore what we mean by feminism in our time, and question it, through vision and art.

The Installation and timescale

The woman’s house we are doing is in collaboration with some amazing female artists, thinkers and writers such as , Louise Ashcroft , Sue Tilley , Jo Wood and her daughter Leah Wood, Tony Bennetts grand daughter and more to name, where we will take over a house in London (near hackney) which has been very Kindly donated for a period of one month to take over our own rooms, hallways, kitchen laundry room, linen cupboards bathroom and even the garden with our thoughts as installations in all areas of the house, as the womanhouse in the US, (please see below info on the original woman’s house) we will invite ‘feminist’ male artists etc too, we will promote it through social media etc and invite all comments on feminism today that will be printed out and used as wallpaper in an area of the house, and any offers to join us would be amazing! You don’t have to be an ‘artist’ as such but a person of feminist values with an intention to make a balance. We have a list of artist and writers that are desperate to be part of it. Some of the art will be uncomfortable of course and others through humour.

I have a more detailed plan to send through but I have been working on this idea for a couple of years and have had the backing of the Hackney and Kensington council, to help find a house for us, but I started to think that this would actually be incredible if the original fascia of the property of woman’s house in the US was copied (perhaps a thought similar to Cornelia Parker doing the psycho barn) or we have an idea of the property we are thinking about below on the PDF attached.

This is a big project which I am looking to redo on a big scale also which will take 1 -3 years to fully realise in order to have the maximum impact, and have contacted the Tate about doing this.

But for now we have a fabulous house in a REAL location.

* If you or anyone you know would be interested in this we have the house now, and the show week will be 28th June- 6th July, we would like to charge £4 for entry and all the proceeds will go to Women’s aid and domestic violence for both women and men.

* Your installation could be a wallpaper, you could take over a cupboard or a room, or just simply hand pictures, paint the front door, do something in the garden, a live installation, a projection, a bedroom, a shelf, what ever it is that you want to say. It can be funny sad happy or just real.

* Please send in your ideas and if you know anyone who wants to just help, or invigilate please contact me asap here, where I can send you more details pictures of the house etc

love Katherine xx.

Please visit

Womanhouse (January 30 – February 28, 1972)was a
organised by Judy Chicago and Miriam Schapiro, co-founders of the California Institute of the Arts (CalArts) Feminist Art Program. Chicago, Schapiro, their students and women artists from the local community, including Faith Wilding, participated.Chicago and Schapiro encouraged their students to use consciousness-raising techniques to generate the content of the exhibition.

Only women were allowed to view the exhibition on its first day, after which the exhibition was open to all viewers. During the exhibition’s duration, it received approximately 10,000 visitors.

Katherine Trigg

An archival resource for the feminist artwork Womanhouse, (1972) Los Angeles led by Judy Chicago and Miriam Schapiro through CalArts; artists Faith Wilding, Mira Schor, Nancy Youdelman, Robin Mitchell, Sheila de Bretteville, Johanna Demetrekas and others.

Diary of 1971 Intro


Katy Katy. …. she kept whispering with a soft voice until I started to open my eyes to her face leaning over me with her black hair tied loosely, her gaze as cold but determined until I realised this was important (to her)..I rubbed my eyes and got up quickly,
“You need to go now quick before the wardens come” I gingerly begged why can’t the boys go or Georgie, I’m so tired, please’ I knew it would have no effect, it always fell on deaf ears with her.  I dragged myself up searching the room for my clothes, over on a chair near the dressing table. I pulled my small blue jeans on over my pyjamas all bunched up round my bum and hips, buttoned them up and then grabbed my sweatshirt with ‘Smitty did it’ over my pyjama top .

She called to me, “you need to take the keys and put these in the boot”.
The room was dimly lit with the early morning light trying to creep through the heavy lined curtains and the smell of sleeping teenagers hanging in the air made me green. The sound of breathing and snoring and deep sleep.
Still rubbing my eyes I took the keys and with that she handed me the brown old leather suitcase. I knew what was in there and it was heavy.
I pleaded muttering under my breath hoping she would hear but not really or it would be trouble for me, “ can’t the boys take this, they are older than me” With that she ignored me, ignored ME quietly sending me on my way with instructions.
It was heavy too heavy for me, I opened the silver handle and lock and stepped out into the brightly lit corridor. A place I loved and had run up and down so may times, fast and slow, racing and looking for cups, plates, jugs, saucers, silverware and trays people left outside their doors for room service.
Such a comfort the hotel floors were, full of fun. We all came together for once with the same aim, fun, run, race freely happily everything forgotten in those meetings of racing your heart and chest beating fast, win!

But this morning no.
This morning I blinked at the light it was early, too early no running no racing no fun. This morning it was serious, it was on my shoulders to deliver. I took it seriously. The halls are quiet and everyone else was in bed, it was too early for them.
I looked down at the thick carpet, cream pile with pink triangles, a weave I had learned to love staring down as I got ready to race, but not this morning, this morning it had taken a dark shade of grey as I stared down, I pulled the hotel room door shut and started towards the lift.
The case got heaver and noisier as I got closer to the lift. The brown case felt heavy and was hurting my right shoulder. My pants and pyjamas were feeling lumpy and uncomfortable as I put the case down and tried to pull my pants around. I picked up my case and carried on down the dimly lit corridor, until I got to the lift . I loved this lift it was made of glass and I could see outside up Nathan Road.
It was a relief to put the heavy case down that was cluttering and throwing me off balance with every step took, and pushed the lift button to go down to the ground level.
I had a horrible fear of lifts ever since one of my brothers pressed the stop button and made me sit in a lift for four hours.
The lift doors opened slowly to reveal a bright godly light where a smiling man standing in the middle, welcoming me in. I smiled.
I didn’t care , I slowly picked up my heavy suitcase full of stolen goods and stepped inside, the doors slowly closed behind me, and there was a silence as just this man and me stood face to face, and for a while we just stared at each other for an eternity, although I came up to his belt. I looked up and he said~” well good morning” with a lovely broad smile that I recognised, I swallowed and smiled back, I knew him.

Well. I knew him from my grand ma and my mother, it was Robert.. from the films from the movies they loved him……Redford. I looked up at him for a while, we stared at each other, his skin wasn’t great, I thought but he was kind. And I was in a lift with him on my own with my stolen goods, and my pyjamas and my jeans and my sweatshirt. I was with him, their idol, just me and him. He was nice to me, he smiled at me, we had this moment together. I worried for a moment If he knew, would I be in trouble.
The doors opened.
He smiled again and said good bye.
I was uplifted, It was him, and I picked up my heavy brown case and I walked proud across the huge grey marble lobby with my case clanking loudly, and all the staff staring at me across from behind their desks, until I went out the doors to our little orange car, I opened the boot and placed the case carefully in there,
Put 1 dollar in the meter.


The Beauty of Autumn heralding change

I haven’t had a chance to update my blog for a while as with Autumn I too have been going through a period of change bringing challenges with it. I am keen to put these out in the new year, but in the meantime a little update on some things we have been up to.

I spent September working with my gorgeous friends the Hemingway’s toward their classic car boot sale in Kings cross and also their fabulous new festival called Sample which showcases designers of fashion, design, floristry each season held in fabulous Greenwich, the next one in early December As well as forging forward with my designs on a fantastic exciting creative new project, my gorgeous man and I have been throwing pottery and now really have the bug. Of course there is a whole new sexy language with throwing ‘clay body’ ‘coiling’ ‘leather hard’ etc etc 🙂 We are at the biscuit firing stage and ready to paint and glaze, watch this space!

Kit my middle son has finished his first album which will be released in the spring alongside an exciting new launch, and Josh my eldest son has launched his first successful film festival called which is so exciting having so many great talented supporters involved like Colin Salmon and Sue Tilley to name a few!

I am looking forward to really writing some exciting stuff in the new Year and would love your thoughts on any of the above or other:)

Love Katherine xx


Fine Art


I have been working on an MA in Fine Art, which I have now completed. Its been quite an invigorating year which has opened my mind again to the valuable world of learning and reading.  I am becoming more engaged in feminism Simone De Beauvoir and would thoroughly recommend it! I questioned where the initial spark of inequality started and in this bible of feminism writing it literally goes back to the ‘egg’ being passive whilst the sperm being dominant, so there you go! I have now joined the Women’s equality party! And looking forward to finding our Art House with Sue Tilley on feminism ( and my son) in the Autumn and Spring of 2017. We incidentally have the backing of kensington council and Hackney council!

So here is the installation called ‘snowflakes’ The cocaine Diet; along with a sound piece of the dancers doing bourrees only.14203170_10209023518759680_1961709433289278593_n