Lately I haven’t been able to find the right words for “all of this” so I’ve been turning to visual art.
A few weeks ago I found an old creation of mine in the back of a notebook, and it’s stayed on my mind. I’ve been thinking about how I’ve changed or grown or stayed the same since I made it in 2014: how was I feeling when I created it? why did I make it? why did I hide it away? why did I forget about its existence? why did I suddenly find it now? who was I then? who am I now?
I think its rediscovery has some meaning, some purpose, but I’m not sure what that is exactly, so I’m going to share it on here. Make of it what you will.
Self Portrait (2014)
– oyster card, blowtorch, text from a psychiatric report (‘she’ being me)
Treacle Heart 
Those words are so haunting and poignant. There are so many times the “she” was me too.
<3
Monument To Burnt Oak.
(that’s the only Underground connection I could make)
Yepp. Remember this sort of oyster cards from me London years. #🖤
You may not know who you are yet, but at least, you’re still, working hard on finding it out, some people don’t even, that they don’t know who they are…and, they don’t even, realize, that they haven’t s clue, who they, are.