It is a wet Sunday evening and I am reflecting on the past 10 days and all that has happened in the wake of the Reclaim the Night protests, the impact of the pandemic on our lives (living without touch) and the arrival of a set of 150 (mostly anonymous) photographs from a cousin who was clearing out her house.
It has been an overwhelming week or so.
And in the midst of so many waves of emotion I began to consider my work in a new light. A light that brings together all the themes I have wanted to explore for my whole creative life.
The importance of telling the stories of women (often lost) and of the power of objects and photographs in the retelling of these stories about the lives of women. Lost in a world that denies me the touch of my newborn grandchild and my daughters it seems that a new piece was in the offing.
I have called it 'Finding Helena'