Category Archives: India

weaving in, weaving out

Weaving in, weaving out, is about femininity, expression, colour, difficulty and the skills we have learnt to create homes and spaces for ourselves. Being on a residency means having to build a temporary home in a new country. This home … Continue reading

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In female company

Yesterday two women came and built with me. Wrapping, twisting, layering. I warned them in advance to bring messy clothes, and they weren’t afraid of heights or climbing. Sometimes climbing, sometimes clambering, we found ways to get up, stay up, … Continue reading

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I be myself

I be myself. I build these things to express and shelter this being now. There is no shelter, there is only being. I cannot protect myself from who I am, I can only accept it and show it. I am … Continue reading

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Stages of making

Stages of making; Opening, listening, searching Collecting based on attraction with no judgement Sifting Trials, experiments, allowing Writing making drawing photographing Collecting. Making visible Remembering, Step back Step back in Trust Fear Trust Doubt Doing and doing some more Tidy … Continue reading

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I’m building a palace

When people ask me “what are you doing?’ I’m starting to say, I’m building a palace. A cane palace, he asks, and I say yes, and there will be paper, and fabric, and shiny parts. It’s kind of amazing how … Continue reading

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Construction and deconstruction

Going to see the Ganesha statues being made (should I call them statues, or icons?) on the street reminded me of many of my most treasured childhood memories. Where I grew up, in a small town in Somerset, there was … Continue reading

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Practice until it feels normal

Today was my third dance class, and I hit something again. I’ve been doing really great with my compassion and expectations; I started by telling myself look, you will be the biggest, most graceless, clumsy and only white person in … Continue reading

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