Over the past year a lot of people have been expressing concern that I haven’t been making any art, with an implied / expressed suggestion that as I wasn’t making anything, there was something wrong in my life.
I have thought long and hard about this, and have come to the following conclusions.
All of my art has worked in parallel with my various forms of formal and informal therapies, right from day 1. I failed my art O level. All my art from my art therapy in 2002 to date has been about working through emotional and psychological issues in tandem with clinical inputs.
Getting a degree, a solo show and a variety of other engagements out of this have been bonuses over the last 10+ years.
I am no longer in therapy; I am no longer attached to secondary services after more than 30 years; I have nothing left to work through, beyond the everyday, and I have plenty of friends and chosen family with whom to talk through things. I would still like to show, talk about, and sell some of my literal shed-full of work going forward.
The work I made is my truth and I will never forget that: indeed remembering it is part of what keeps me well and moving forward. I could not have got to this point in my life without art, but my relationship with it for the foreseeable future is likely to be as an interested observer, travelling across Europe for exhibitions, and I am not unhappy with that.
I wish you well for 2015.