A small room in Birmingham's historic jewellery quarter is strewn
with a disparate collection of objects. Each on their own has it's
own intrinsic interest; but drawn together they become a self-
supporting whole. I was rather overwhelmed by the exhibition, and
rather stunned by how much Katie Jane has offered of herself to
public view. It was rather like she had transferred her soul onto a
mirror and deliberately smashed it. Each exhibit was then a shard of
the mirror reflecting a tiny piece of the essence of Katie Jane. It
would be facetious to break the exhibition down into simple component
parts as they need each other for their total meaning. An old set of
scales sits in a case, covered with taxidermied butterflies - one for
each year of Katies life. Candid photographs line the walls. Genica
Pussywillow and Sleepslikewolves, the dream dolls, sit on the
windowcill. The ghost-dress hangs on a branch surrounded by written
scraps of memory. Official letters are framed, decorated with self
portraits in biro, demonstrating an amazing and unexpected talent for
drawing. An old singer sewing machine sits on a pedestal threaded
with an old scrap of cloth and brambles. Fragments of diaries and
letters hang by pegs from a washing line. Objects (nautical buoys,
keys, locks, hair) are suspended from the ceiling... A stunning
insight into the enigma that is Katie Jane Garside.

I have posted a selection of photographs from the exhibition here:

http://s48.photobucket.com/albums/f242/GaryLloyd10/Darlingtheyvefoundt
hebody/