So Here I Am...

So here I am, again. Many moons since I wrote a blogpost, many many things have happened since I bashed away at the keyboard. It would be way way way too boring to write about it all - your eyeballs would not cope, and neither would your attention span. So I will keep it brief my friend.

I am still here. I am still making art, still creating, still at it.

In 2025 I had a few art commitments, which I met, and were fantastic, but momentum and the majority of my energy was spent on other STUFF.

Last year we moved house, and life was turned upside down.All my art STUFF (decades worth of art materials and work) were packed up, boxed, transported and then put in their new space willy-nilly. A big stand alone studio with toilet, kitchen, great light and vast space.

My hubby was so proud and happy for me. He had always promised I would have studio fit for me one day. He had delivered totally. We had done it. You would expect I would be delighted too. But nope. No way.

I was NOT filled with joy, delight, wonder, thrill, happiness or excitement at this new space. But FEAR. Fear and overwhelm.

Fear that this new space meant pressure to really produce GOOD SHITE. Fear that I would never get all the STUFF organised. Overwhelmed with feeling like I did not deserve such a place. Terrified that all my ideas would dry up and it would be a white elephant, that when I looked at it it would be like a long drawn out reminder of what might be unfulfilled.

So I avoided it, the studio. For weeks. Months. Always had more important things to do. Until the quote from Anais Nin that I have had pinned on my wall for years (still in a box somewhere for now) came back to sit with heaviness on my conscience.

"And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom."

I realised the fear and the nervousness, the anxiety was getting so intense, that I just had to get over myself and my ridiculousness and bloody get into it.

So I did.

And it was not so bad afterall. Of course. Duh!

So here I am. In a new space. making, playing, experimenting, working . It is still mighty weird. Strange. Freaky. Not quite taken ownership of it. BUT there have already been a few wins (literally and figuratively) that seem to be The Universe saying ( I know, very woo woo) You weird artist person, get over yourself, get that arse into gear, just keep going.

So I will.

Detail photos of "While The Worlds Sleeps..." assemblage/ install . The first work I completed in the new studio space, which was my entry into the Central Belonging Art Award at Cowra Regional gallery. Which was named overall WINNER.