Width: 40cmHeight: 60cm
From the artist:
This piece was based a visual diary that I kept on a weeks holiday in beautiful Berlin in 2016. It was just after Brexit and I felt uncomfortably aware of my 'Britishness', something I hadn't felt on my previous visits. This particular piece is a record of the last day, I had bought a bag from the BauHaus, it was bright yellow and even though I loved it, I even named it, "my ducky bag" I felt very uncomfortable and self conscious about using it, about drawing attention to myself, about having to talk about Brexit in cafes and restaurants with interested Berliners. It was a huge relief to get back to the hotel and be greeted with a little plate of macaroons in the room (I'm guessing a last day courtesy treat, bloody nice though!) It was during the slow process of making this piece that the reasons for this became apparent, and a memory about being beaten and nearly drowned by a gang of older boys in a small woods on the Birmingham council estate where I grew up came back to me, I was only ten but I stood out as being different, a puff. It got me thinking about how we internalise our early environments and the experiences and interactions that play out there and bring them with us as part of out internal landscape to colour the external in a far removed time and place. Do we ever really leave home?