I challenge the status quo. I question the way we educate the minds of tomorrow with the ways of yesterday. I question the way we use western ways to medicate to ‘heal’ our broken soul. I question the way we seem convinced life is about ‘bigger means best’. I question the way we do business. I question the way we shop. I question the way we communicate. I question the way we have come to be in ourselves. I question the way children are parented. I question how people will wake up. I question the way we farm the land. I question the husbandry of livestock. I question our incessant need for constant construction. I question what future generations will unearth 1400 years from now. I question the way we are told to apply for jobs. I question what is aired on our media channels. I question what everyone seems to be racing towards. I question the way we birth our babies and deal with our dead. I question what will our landscapes look like in 100 years from now if we don’t re-wild it. I question why ‘man’ thinks he can control Mother Nature when she is trying to share her wisdom. I question why we forget who we were born to be. I question why art is considered a soft subject. I question why we believe in ownership of land. I question who started this trend. I question could we live in smaller communities to nurture nature. I question why so many don’t see children are our teachers. I question why skilled craft jobs are deemed not of value when this is what we need to connect back with nature and heal the planet. I question why educators are obsessed with Math and English. I question why History is His-story not Herstory or Ourstory. I question why so many blindly believe in the neurotics in charge of our world. I question why people say ‘because it’s tradition’. I question why we trust power to be the way to lead. I question why the feminine is undervalued in process. I question why we don’t question more. I question the way I live daily. I question why I question.
I worked for the BBC, I lost my job, went on job seekers. Tempt. In 2003 I heard a whisper from within to do an Art Degree. Within a week I had applied, within a month I was accepted on to the course, I had zero A’levels or any formal art under my belt. At 23 I was considered a mature student! I graduated with a First Class (Hons). It would take over 10 years for me to believe myself to be an Artist. I realised it wasn’t the First which would tell me I was an Artist. It was my unravelling of my life which would tell me I am an Artist. The only art I made in those years were my two children and carving out a way to make a living which aligns with my values. I experienced ‘Psychosis’ after my second child. I didn’t take medication or seek medical help. I lived with it. This experience finally led me to therapy. During my self-healing over the last three years Yoga, rest, philosophy, books and nature have led me back to Art. Art has been the biggest factor in my healing. I see my Psychosis as an awakening. Shaking off all the social constructs I was carrying to meet myself.