Who Gets to Call Themselves an Artist?
Who can call themselves an artist? Is picking up a paintbrush enough, or does it have to come at the exclusion of everything else? A conversation with a friend made me question it and find the answer within myself.
Matrescence and pockets of time
Matrescence. It’s a new to me and new to us all, perhaps, word, which hits the nail on the head. And it sums up how a second hand Captain Barnacles toy and a bounty of Echinaceas sit side by side, such is the way of artistic practice and motherhood.
Summer Memories
Summer is pushing on, and memories are being made, transferred from my mind to the paper, and returning to them again and again.