found notes…

Here is something I wrote in my sketchbook as I was working on the drawings for the London show. It was written very soon after I returned home after the trip to Tanzania….


The work poured out of me

As fluidly and uncontrollably as urine flowed through the fistula

In the safety and the solitude of the studio,

alone but for the company of imagery

I heard myself howl

It was a deep and primal sound

My response to the experience of being with these women

Trying to understand

Compassion and emotion dissipated into raw emotion,

more fundamentally human than tears – although tears followed

I draw from the heart,

from the head,

from the vast space inside myself where the sense and origin of womanhood is nurtured.

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