Megan Dowsett is a freelance creative consultant working with museums and galleries.

Through the name Norris and the Flamingo, she shares the sense of adventure that runs through all of life, wherever we are on our journey. A sense of imagination, of possibility and discovery, for children and adults alike.

Her core values come down to two simple things:

People: At the heart of everything she does, people are there – be it audiences of any age or background, volunteers, staff or freelancers and apprentices. She believes that the best projects take everybody with them on a learning journey.

Creativity: In every role she’s taken, creativity has played a key priority. Working in Museums and Galleries, creativity brings a valuable opportunity to think about the same things in a different way.

Museums and galleries are the perfect place to bring the joy of discovery and magic of adventure to everyone who passes through the doors - and to invite those who haven't yet braved these sometimes intimidating buildings, to do so in a dynamic and inviting way.

Over twelve years working in these exciting settings, Megan has developed extensive experience in both managing and delivering creative projects that engage with a wide variety of audiences.

29 February 2016

Recycled Lampshade

IMG_7743I found a lamp requiring a lampshade, and finally, finally ... instead of another gift, instead of teaching someone else to do it, I made one for myself!

A few firsts for this lampshade:  I used pictures, cut planned shapes, and used the sewing machine with and without thread.

25 February 2016

Feets' Neon Birthday Party

DSC_1042 Inspired by our efforts at London Transport Museum in October, Liam and I decided to throw a glow in the dark birthday party for Feets.

Since she was only turning two, we freely admit that the party was mostly for us.

And since I insisted on it, I admit the party was mostly for me.

With a bit of fun for everyone ... DSC_1050 And here are a few things that respond well to UV light ... tonic water (and tonic ice cubes); neon balloons; neon-dyed pasta threaded as beads; neon balloons; white paper collage with black patterns; neon-dyed rice; high-vis cycle jackets; white patterned clothing. DSC_1049

22 February 2016

The Midnight Bus

IMAG0779 Inspired by a story and the mosaic in the Nightshift exhibition, and with an awesome team of freelancers and volunteers, I invited families at London Transport Museum to contribute to our growing fleet of night buses. With over 1000 people across half term, it's not surprising we finished a few buses! IMG_7773

17 February 2016

Inspired by Joey

My talented Canadian nephew, Joey, sent me this copy of his artwork with my birthday card last year.  As you know, I have a weakness for black and white drawings, and for pattern, so his work caught my imagination ... Joey's Patterns ... and I decided to do one too, and send it back to Joey. I've been enjoying colouring in a lot later, so it felt like quite a natural step to 'colour with pattern' instead. And I've discovered lots of patterns in the process! I tried not to be lazy and copy all Joey's patterns, so (using the leaves from a Japanese Maple) I started out aiming for more curvy, circular patterns, where Joey's are more angular. But I couldn't resist looking to his artwork for ideas. Perhaps we all have an existing bank of patterns, and it was interesting to look out of my own mind and push the boundaries of my own pattern-making! Leaf Patterns I also discovered the new fashion of Zentangling, thanks to my mum. I've been a bit snooty about the idea of 'organised fun' around pattern drawing - and perhaps I still am, but through both Joey and Zentangling, I came to appreciate the art of developing more complex patterns than mere zigzag lines or rows of circles.

Perhaps the next challenge for Joey and me is to take on an Escher tessellation ...

12 February 2016

The Mysterious Midnight Bus

I have written a story for the February Half Term activities at London Transport Museum, which I and some colleagues will be performing over the coming days.  It's a while since I've written a story and it was an enjoyable challenge to create something that was magical, with firm ties to the Nightshift exhibition, and accessible for young children. The Mysterious Midnight Bus takes a night bus, Hector, and his driver, Bhakerd, on their journey through the night, picking up all the different passengers who work or play at night, and finally realising just how important they are for keeping the city going.
Illustrations small The second challenge was illustrating the story with props or pictures. Again, I wanted to link it really firmly with the exhibition, from which I'd taken all the characters. In the end, I decided to create consistent, friendly illustrations myself, taken from the photographs and posters in the exhibition.

7 February 2016

Ode to Carnegie Library

We are nine weeks away from Lambeth’s planned closure of half its libraries, including my beloved and beautiful Carnegie Library, built to enable the whole community to learn, grow and enjoy culture together in the early 1900s.  A special day yesterday made me reflect on just what I and so many others will be losing if the closure takes place …
IMAG0743I joined Brixton Library when I became a freelancer in 2007.  It was a big adventure and I was scared of being lonely and broke.  Joining the library was a way of anchoring myself with a community as I would no longer have the community of my colleagues.  It was also a way of saving money and all my reading came from the library.  And it was a resource – I was able to use the photocopier and take inspiration from a wide range of books for my workshops.

I took a pause from libraries when I was working full time and moved to Loughborough Junction.  But when I was pregnant, once again I joined my local library – Carnegie Library, the beautiful, even magical building that hovers at the top of my hill.  I couldn’t believe that such a beautiful place was there for ordinary people like me to use.

Again, joining the library was a way to save money.  But it quickly became much more than that.  Here are just a few of the moments I’ve enjoyed at Carnegie Library in the last few years …
  • Walking up there when Feets was tiny.  Walking her to sleep in the sling was my salvation from the worst time of day – the hour or two before Liam came home, when she would cry and cry and cry.  It was wearying, dancing around the house, making up a song to learn all the countries of Africa from the map on the wall, while she carried on crying.  Monday evenings, the library was open, and the ‘civilised’ hours of the day became longer.  I enjoyed some glorious peace sitting in the library and reading, with Feets asleep on my tummy.
  • Meeting Claire and Conni, two very special and very local mum-friends who, like me, appear at the library most Friday mornings for Wriggle and Rhyme time.  We’ve been going since Feets was about 3 months old, when the session felt daunting but welcoming.  It’s grown bigger and bigger in the meantime, as the library re-arranged itself to fit us all in.  Now Feets is one of the big(ish) children, who the babies have to watch out for!  And, proud Mum as I am, for the first time last Friday, Feets sat down and joined in for the whole session.  Until now, she’s had a blissful time rearranging the books on the shelves, and delivering them to the different parents and children around the room.  The amazing thing is, the librarians just don’t mind – they even claim it’s what the library’s there for … to nurture a love of books.  We are never there for less than an hour and a half on a Friday.IMAG0740
  • Taking out ‘just three books’, then ‘just four books’, and ‘just five books’ until I can’t resist and I realise we have eight books at home – three for Feets, three allegedly for Feets but really for me because they’re beautifully illustrated, one on how to cope with toddlers and another for my book group.  Meanwhile, Feets chooses books from around the library and posts them through the ‘returned books’ slot.  And once again, the librarians just smile and accommodate.
  • Graphic Novels.  You can’t buy graphic novels - they are beautiful but expensive, and I’m never sure that I’m going to like them.  I would NEVER have read graphic novels if the library hadn’t invited me to try them out.
  • Listening to live, classical music from the Dionysus Ensemble, especially laid on for children.  Feets doesn’t see a lot of live music and she loves to dance.  The room is packed to the brim and it’s a glorious, musical chaos.  Bach-to-baby is fabulous, but it’s really expensive, and we can’t afford to go any more.  There’s nowhere else I can take my daughter for affordable live music.
  • Yesterday, Feets and I passed three hours at the library.  We joined the rally against the closures and took over the road, cheering as passing cars honked their support and moving out of the way for the P4 bus.  As Feets slept, I passed a glorious hour or two drawing from a book of patterns – my quiet island of peace.  And she woke just in time for some jazz music, laid on by the Friends.  Feets was fascinated by the saxophone and got very two-year-old upset when it was time to leave.  ‘Stay’ is her new favourite word.  And the other magical thing about yesterday … the library was full of all sorts of people, who were warm, friendly and fascinated by her (nothing like appreciation of your daughter to make her mum feel welcome), including friendly but not-intrusive older people.  Feets is ‘scared’ by older people – she doesn’t see enough of them.  And I realised that we should be coming here even more often, at different times, that Feets can understand how our community is made up. 
Patterns
The community that I have become a part of for the first time since I came to London thirteen years ago is at risk, and yesterday I realised that, as others have said too, the library just CANNOT be closed and given away.  I realise that there is absolutely nowhere else to go on a rainy day without paying.  London is full up with people, and community spaces are overflowing to bursting.  I don’t know what we’ll do, Feets and I, without this space, its books and the community that comes with it.  I imagine we’ll cope somehow, but I fear there are many who won’t.  Where will the people on the computers go for help with their typing?  Where will the older folk go who just need to see a friendly face?  What about the kids who need help with their homework, whose parents aren’t sure where to start?  What about the mum who’s baby won’t stop crying – the me from the past, perhaps the me from the future? 

And will I have to quit my book club because I can’t afford a brand new book every month?

Images are of yesterday's rally, and yesterday's sketchbook.

3 February 2016

Reflecting the Fjords

Colouring In 1 I finally finished colouring my Fjords-inspired doodle ...