Delicate expressions of feminine rage
Hello again,
Life is speeding up. Lockdown is lifting. Deadlines are hurtling towards me. It’s a little hard to adjust to after a long slow winter. But I am exciting for the possibilities of friends, gleaving the house, vaccinations.
//happening
As I hinted at last time I’ve been slowly working on a thing. There were definitely moments where this thing was left in a box for months untouched. And there was one of those dreaded realisations that you need to start all over again. But I have been learning how to stick with things when they don’t immediately go well. So here we are. A finished thing.
It’s new and nervous to be adding new mediums to my practice. But I’m very happy with this. Probably need to work on how I photograph it though…
//read
++ This is the kind of idea that belongs in a zine or something. I’d love to do a version of this with people I know. - 75 Artists, 7 Questions, One Very Bad Year.
++ This kind of utterly devoted fandom to a band, and a guitarist, has never been so beautifully expressed. There’s something in this I related to so much, something about being a teenager and seeing yourself in the bands you love and wanting them and wanting to be them all at the same once. Seeing possibilities. “They’re really close to my body” by Johanna Hedva.
++ The only newsletter I’d consider paying for, Mental Hellth by P.E Moskowitz , is full of brilliant writing on mental health that challenges the individualist approach and asks “Have we gone mad or has the world?”
//Hellen