‘She’ll Be Apples’ – Art From Somebody’s Daughter

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Somebody’s Daughter Theatre Company (SDTC) began running art workshops with women at Fairlea Women’s Prison over forty years ago. Weekly workshops continue with the women at Dame Phyllis Frost Centre and Tarrengower Women’s Prison to this day.
The artwork that emerges communicates a multitude of themes, voicing the women’s humanity, vulnerability and dreams. The satisfaction and sense of achievement the women experience can be life changing and in some cases, life saving.
The year’s workshops culminate annually in an exhibition of artworks alongside a theatre production woven from the women’s life stories delivered with humour, drama and song. The following images are from the 2024 production and exhibition titled “She’ll Be Apples.” More art to come in future editions!


Somebody’s Daughter Theatre Company (SDTC) began running art workshops with women at Fairlea Women’s Prison over forty years ago. Weekly workshops continue with the women at Dame Phyllis Frost Centre and Tarrengower Women’s Prison to this day.
The artwork that emerges communicates a multitude of themes, voicing the women’s humanity, vulnerability and dreams. The satisfaction and sense of achievement the women experience can be life changing and in some cases, life saving.
The year’s workshops culminate annually in an exhibition of artworks alongside a theatre production woven from the women’s life stories delivered with humour, drama and song. The following images are from the 2024 production and exhibition titled “She’ll Be Apples.” More art to come in future editions!


A sweet treat using buy-up staples.
Tired from being told what to do. I am tired of love, tired of being deemed guilty, tired of my own remorse. I am tired of my own self-doubt, my own shadows and especially tired of my own face.
Hate’s a strong word, but for you it’s reserved. I hate what you’ve taken from me, my parents, my childhood and my glee.
My blue eyes look so drained, but I’m strong, I’ll make it through.