I think it is the impatience of not knowing ‘who’ I am and ‘what’ I truly feel that drives me more. Achieving an inner honesty; an acceptance to simply be myself is still my journey. I am always torn between holding up a ‘goodie goodie’image – this is how or what I should feel, think, believe, say – and be rewarded for those actions than really allowing my inner honesty and truthfulness of myself to surface. My female figures are of Myself while at the same time I draw from the inspiration of historical female characters, both real and mythological. The female figures of my sculptures are a transference – a body-felt interpretation of my sense of ‘differences’. The length of fingers, the width of arms, the angles of inclination, the gaps, the holes, exposing areas, see-through areas, un-finished areas, the fragility of the neck – these are the alphabet of my language and express my sensations.

I struggle through the anger, like so many people, striving for happier moments. Moments of simple presence – of being there, where I am, who I am with, not wishing to be otherwise. Enjoying the moment and allowing the excitement of the possibilities of not knowing what awaits next – energise my spirit. I am so, so lucky and so deeply grateful. The sorrow dissipates and I find hope and intensity of engagement in what do with my sculpture.