Yesterday we had a concert at Tea And Chat delivered by Mount Street Juniors Year two.
Such joy and also a reminder.
Where did we start out, where are we now, what might we exchange?
and who are we, me in this middle place, what is my role?
Did I choose to draw plants or did they choose me?
Orchids at the University Botanic Garden with Liz and Kirsty
In the wet tropical house
So in March 2014 I first met Rhiannon Davies and Trish Richardson at Arts Alive when they delivered a workshop about arts and dementia.
Was it then or before that that I began to see the potential value of working as an artist alongside people whose mental health was altering, a move away from the fragile veneer of social etiquette to a more chaotic form of communication, not unlike the one permitted me by my title ‘artist’.
If I am asked repeatedly ‘where are we going?’ it seems to have taken me a long time to realise the importance of the question. It is not just a random set of words although it seems at times irritating, but actually a question worth reflecting on .
Where are we going?
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So I start to wonder how did I get here? “lines all cross and intersect, so where do all the lines connect?” A drawn line, a woollenline and then? So more than 40,000 years ago one of my ancestors drew a … Continue reading
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