I left all my pottery stuff in Kenya. Sold my wheel, got rid of my clay, moved on.
Now every exhibition I go to seems to give me permission to do or try something. Previously I might have seen others’ work as a closed door, a reminder of that which I will never achieve. An under scoring of my failure, lack of true commitment, lack of integrity.
Now I don’t seem to care quite so much.
I started doing some work on childhood, more specifically, girlhood. The work I saw, the things I looked at, and my daughters behaviour seem to come together to make a series of photographic and video works.
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Thank you for this Jas. it reads like a permission slip to oneself – something we all need to write! Have you read Big Magic? In a nutshell it is everything you’ve just described. You go girl. Xxx