This week I’m working on completing several dolls that have waited since before christmas. There is still quite a lot of work to do but I’m happy with the way they are progressing. When completed these will be free-standing sculptural pieces, I’m hoping to concentrate on several gallery shows this year. I will continue to create work for my Etsy shop like the art bibs that I’m also really pleased with, pictured below are the completed mountain scene bib and a kissing lips in progress. Alongside these works I will continue to paint and produce one-off art pieces.
I have just sent eight dolls off to the USA for a group exhibition and have a couple of other events in the pipeline for the beginning of this year. Creatively I feel strong but I also know I’m running out of time as a practicing artist, lack of money is pushing me to the limits of endurance, poverty equals exhaustion and depression, with three children to feed and clothe there is nothing romantic about starving for your art.
I was talking to someone recently who had fairly strong opinions about ‘the poor’ along the lines of, in a world with diminishing resources the undeserving, lazy, criminal lower ranks of humanity should be cut loose. For a moment or two I was stunned, I actually felt physical pain in my chest, not so much by the unexpected comments but by the realisation that my family and I are living that life of terrifying poverty, I am neither lazy nor criminally minded but find myself in stricken circumstances, however I still consider myself very privileged, I am educated and I have Hope, something many people do not have. It is very easy to pass judgement, often out of fear, I often do so myself, although less and less as I gain a broader and often painful experience of the world. Anyone living in poverty without education and without hope is existing in a very dark place.
I’ve travelled a bit off topic there, anyway education = hope, I’m off to collect the kids from school.