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.