Korinna McRobert



An arrogant majority

A fucked-over minority


They are very poor

All they have is money


We isolate the criminal

The victim isolates itself

Fleeing as prison


Winded at a thought

Winded by the loss

Its invisibility

makes me feel invalid

My pain has no space

other than inside me

Far away from everything


Life is a residency


Not having the language

to argue

to express

to conflict


Is emotional deprivation


Why is it so hard

for us to give

each other

what we all need?

Maybe to do so we

need to part with something

we all want to keep

Keep and Take



Who am I today?

I think I know

It’s difficult to explain

I used to know

It was so simple

There was a word

A term for what I was doing

One art followed another

Actor- Filmmaker- Artist



Can I claim the title of Artist

without a project I can sum up in one sentence?

Can I be the embodiment of my art practice

and make any sense of it to others?

I disappoint the stereotypical profile:

“Do you paint? I bet you do great portraits!”

I have already mentioned the multimedia that I use

Painting and drawing being none of them

If you could tell 18 year old me

where I would be today

I wonder what she would say

I don’t want to underestimate her

I think she may have believed it

Parts of it

It’s still hard to get my head round

the obscurity that is my existence

the certainty of the uncertain

As soon as I am categorised 

I start again from scratch

somewhere else

on something else

Three years ago I turned the time back

I started again


And now I want to settle

without ever settling 

It must all fit together


Maybe it will become clearer with time

Maybe it won’t

Maybe it’s about accepting 

the different roads

and finding a way 

to knit them together

in a pattern 

that makes sense






In the name of fairness

In the name of fairness

In the name of my fairness

everyone should have been sexually abused by their fathers

everyone should have been neglected by their mothers

everyone should have lost their baby

everyone should have no money to their name

everyone should be jobless

everyone should have inflammatory bowel disease

And then what?

When others have what I don’t my heart bleeds

And so what?

In the name of fairness

we’d all be ill

In the name of fairness

we’d all be disabled

In the name of fairness

we’d all be poor

We forget that fairness

isn’t really fair

or at least not very functional

If we were all in the same position

who would be left to help us?