Looking back at these past posts I find I am in a different place with each one. Working alone, totally self motivated and directed, seems to leave me wide open to being pulled this way and that depending on the circumstances that day. Trying to force some sort of structure upon my time with four children to care for requires a mammoth dose of self will.
But I believe I'm moving forward.
Three women winners in twenty four years of the Turner prize.
Can there be such a discrepancy? What then?
Judges are hopelessly biased?
Women's work is not as good?
My, – what a quandary we have.
I'm learning to live with a constantly shifting structure. There are other ways to do things. And I've got to accept that for now – this is mine.
