The Flower

When you pick a flower it dies quickly. It becomes more temporary. Let it be and it will seed and another form will regrow each year blooming, bringing joy and delight each time. I am not a flower to be picked off from my roots because I looked good. Enjoyed only for someone’s temporary pleasure.…

Who Am I?

"But who in the world am I" - Alice In WonderlandIn order to begin exploring the labels that we attach to our sense of identity we must begin by exploring what sense of identity is, asking what is it that 'I' am attached to and the 'stories' given behind that. This is the beginning of…

Welcome

I woke up one morning to find my life upside down and scattered across the floor and as I experience my emotional response I have become curious about how different people make sense of their lives. After the Growing Older exhibition in 2015 I have felt struck by the heartfelt stories shared. I am looking…