Journal
My journals have become a vital space for me - to pause, reflect, take time for myself and, where needed, consider next steps. I have a mounting pile of them alongside my prolific collection of sketchbooks. Words appear across the pages of both, often in conversation with one another. In this Journal space I’m sharing some of these reflections, encounters that inspire me and stories of people I meet.
The never ending quest
I feel like I’ve spent weeks doing very little but applying for opportunities - primarily in an attempt to support my practice financially, but also to support it creatively. This is hugely time consuming. It’s also time spent with the full knowledge that the likelihood of the outcome being successful is minute. The uncertainty and sense of vulnerability this instils, both in the doing and in the waiting for the result, is quite intense.
Your Action is Your Roar
Reflecting on the point I’d reached before we set off travelling in mid April. New work focused on the invisibility of older women. Asking myself the question whether it could be a vehicle for a more political piece of work.
“How do you think big when you’re supposed to not get in the way, not overstep your welcome, not over-shadow or intimidate?” Rebecca Solnit