The naivety of my creative output here is a necessary distraction from my mother’s shocking injuries. Stepping back from a more critically considered art practice after a fine art degree many moons ago, I’m feeling freed up, despite the circumstances. I’ve barely looked at Instagram since arriving almost a month ago and am embracing playfulness and not caring. The caring is needed just now for my mother.
It’s fantastic feeling this free. A different time and place. I’m out of old envelopes and paper bags so headed to the grocery store on the hunt for boxes to paint on. My mother had two tins of wall paint in her cellar – white and blue. It’s at least 10 degrees cooler under the house! Another bonus. I’ve used old magazine pages to collage the ears, eyes, nose, mouth, claws and tail and left elements of the cardboard box in the background.
