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)