Recently I’ve been reflecting on the impact of motherhood on my identity as a woman and as an artist. I recently started the Artist Residency in Motherhood, founded by Lenka Clayton; have become a member of Spilt Milk, an artist-led social enterprise based in Scotland whose mission is to promote the work of artists who are mothers and last year attended Oxytocin, Procreate’s symposium about motherhood, art and mental health.
Is there a way to apply creative thinking as an artist, designer or creator to the ecological problems we are facing in our world? This was a question I shied away from for decades, before I came across TreeSisters...
Depression is rage turned inwards. So says my psychotherapist and many others who have written on the subject. Rage with nowhere to go. Rage at the state of the world. Rage at a world incensed by the allegations of sexual assault coming out of Hollywood and Parliament. Rage at #metoo. Rage that no-one is surprised, that it is an open secret and has been for decades. Rage at our impotence to do anything about it, except, well, rage.
For as long as I can remember, I have been searching for meaning, for purpose, to feel like I'm doing what I was put on earth to do. This goes hand in hand with having a disastrously fragile sense of self, which has led to untold amounts of mental health issues. How do I know what to do if I don't know who I am?
With a flick of the switch, the weather has turned autumnal to coincide with the beginning of the school year. Coupled with the tragic and apocalyptic hurricanes across the globe in Texas and the Caribbean, as well as devastating floods in South Asia, those prone to anxiety like myself may be having a hard time … Continue reading On anxiety, acceptance and hope