Ruth Fabby

Now trading as an arts freelancer as 'Ruffyarts'

Welcome to my website

I am delighted that you have decided to look me up. I  hope the following information helps you to know me better and gain a sense of my skills and what I can offer regarding freelance opportunities.


Until October 2019, I was known as Ruth Gould, changing my name with a new marriage to Ruth Fabby. I have been involved in the arts all of my adult life and have had wonderful and enriching experiences in performance, writing, and producing in Liverpool, Australia, New Zealand, Scotland and in Wales where I now reside in the beautiful Conwy Valley.


I trained in the performing arts in my early 20's and became passionate about not only how the arts changes lives, but indeed how it saves lives too.


In the early 1990's I became part of the liberating disability & Deaf arts movements and began working as an arts development worker leading to running two disability-led  arts organisations based in the northwest of England.


My last salaried role was as National Director of Disability Arts Cymru until I semi-retired in December 2022.  I am now focusing on my artistic life as performer and writer and also offering consultancy services to ensure the arts continue to be more inclusive and open to all.


AD image of my face taken in Jan 2020 - I have my dark and greying hair pulled back from my face. I am wearing a black v necked top, with gold earrings and very red lips.

" Ruth Fabby is an extraordinary person - a leader, campaigner and pioneer with an artists sensibility. For years she has been a compass pointing the way for social justice, best practice and inclusion. A champion of disability arts and culture, many of the internationally respected artists in Deaf and disability arts were given a platform and their first commission by Ruth. A catalyst for change, she is politically driven for social justice, equity and is filled with empathy. She is an astonishing soul who I am grateful for in my life and in the world.  I can't wait to see what she creates next " .



Kaite O'Reilly, UK Based award winning playwright, author & dramaturge of Irish descent.

Let’s Connect

Do get in touch to identify if we can build something exciting together. 


From consultancy and creative skills, I am able to offer expertise and practical guidance to ensure we build confidence and processes that seek to include creatively and with equity, and unexpected experiences.

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Blog and Papers

well I never

By ruth • 28 Jul, 2023
That Time in Life When Things Come Together.......

one month in to website

By Ruth Fabby • 07 May, 2023
Deaf Together 5th May 2023 Image below 'Deaf not Stupid' by Jonny Cotsen
image of the first DaDaFest programme Nov 2001. I am on the front cover. Image taken in Pump House

General musings on life

By ruth • 04 Apr, 2023
7th April 2023 - This is Holy Week and for Christians around the world, we focus on what Jesus' sacrifice has accomplished for us personally. It is a faith journey in which no person can force their beliefs on another, sadly we have experiences of the historic church trying to control and use the liberating truth Jesus taught, to oppress and guilt trip instead of free us to be who we are meant to be. Jesus shows us how loved we are, how valued and how precious just because we exist. It is not about what we do, what we say or how we try to prove ourselves, but simply accepting our lives as part of the Creators plan that redeems us all in the saving grace of the cross. Here is one piece of verse I created in the mid 80's about the thief on a cross next to Jesus, inspired by the late Flora Jennion. I hope this Easter time, a new perspective on how loved you are, impacts you deeply. Found The noise grew dim as pain engulfed me once again. I winced as I forced my chest to snatch in air, which shot like needles into my disfigured form. The crowd, now gathered, became a sneering throng, jeering and spitting out filth as they worshipped in our demise. I looked, wanting to avenge their laughter, when suddenly, He caught my eye. I had seen Him before, but now scarcely recognisable.....I tried to focus in on where? Yes. I had heard Him speak, talking of peace, of the Fathers love, and I remembered His promise of a kingdom. Horror gripped me as I gazed upon His bloody, broken body. Thorns forced into His face, bruised, torn. His flesh detached and hanging... I couldn't take it in. Why Him? He's done nothing wrong. Me yes - but Him? Oh God..... Panic tugged on my being. I wanted to do something, anything.... Then the ugliness as they pierced Him with words "So you're the Christ!'..."Come down and prove it?" Evil ridicule struck deep into my own open body. I tried to cry out..."Can't you see?" My heart bursting, throbbing as I gazed helplessly upon Him suffering a cursed agony...undeserved. If I could I'd run to defend Him...comfort...just touch.... My own strength dragged and ripped inside me. I dropped my eyes to the crowd and tried to call out......but nothing came.... A dying man, helpless right beside his God. I needed to look to Him. He stretched His anguished face towards the skies, summoned sound in a desperate crescendo "Father..forgive them for they don't known what they do" And I watched as tears, dripped with blood fell from His eyes of love. My own agony seemed so worthless and His so unjust. "Master", my voice needing my all to reach Him. "Remember me when you come into your kingdom". I almost didn't care: it was enough to know Him then. I waited for the darkness to envelop me. "Friend" "This day you will be with me in paradise". Oh what ecstasy! Jesus spoke to me. Our eyes were held as if for an eternity. Peace. Perfect peace. I understood. I looked to the heavens and slowly closed my eyes.
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