Making art is as necessary to my survival as breathing.
At different times in my life it’s been a way to speak the unspeakable, to get my thoughts and feelings out, to make sense of my experiences, to listen to my soul, to find my voice, to speak up and speak out, to take up space, to transform fear and pain into strength and agency, and to heal.
The majority of my art is ‘automatic’ in that it’s an expression of my subconscious. Rarely do I have a preconceived notion of what I’m going to create and the outcome is always a surprise, often intriguing and sometimes disturbing. I turn inwards, listen and let the images flow. It’s as if they create themselves even down to choosing the media used to express what they want to convey; it could be pencil, pen and ink, watercolours, acrylics, photography, digital art, paper craft, and in any combination.
When I stumble upon a piece of art, music or writing which touches me, that feeling can stay with me all day or even longer. It’s meaningful, important and very special: a gift. In many instances those pieces become my life’s companions and their effect is profound.
This resonance is the reason for me sharing my work. I hope a piece of my art has a similar effect on somebody.