When I was a little girl I used to try and get lost in our woods and fields – I was always a bit heartbroken that there wasn’t enough wild – even in the awaysoff country where we lived.
The hardest thing about this outfit – is the quiet. I feel like that girl again, itching to walk off into a meadow so far that I can’t see any semblance of houses or things familiar. The very nature of Unabashed -asks me to sit with myself, stay silent and feel. The uncomfortableness, the lives of people around me, the bees buzzing -trying to collect enough pollen to make it through, my body taking up space, the highway, the joyful 2 year old next door, the drought drying up my front garden, the sun and time slipping away. Heartbreaking. Creating any type of art I think is some about being uncomfortable and waiting.
In the past years of silent uncomfortable waiting I’ve met a much more vulnerable girl than I knew before. I’ve learned how quick she is to burn, how sad life is in its beauty and how learning what I need to touch next is all about staying quietly suspended in a slower movement while life flows around me.
This is the hardest thing I’ll ever do – offering up a glimpse of experience in thread.