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
Pause
Break
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
again
And now I want to settle
without ever settling
It must all fit together
somehow
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