In a passing conversation with friends today, the topic of writing for oneself in public came up. One point that was made was in regard to the importance of sharing your unique voice: that it is enough to speak, that there is art in this act alone.
I've mused plenty in previous writing and in conversation about the struggle this effort embodies for me, and yet I always leave wondering how others navigate. The pull to create is unconditional for me, it is a known and a necessary. But life intercedes, and as a mom with a full time job outside of my artwork, it can wash over days without much left for making. Add to that a big need for my days to carry the weight of social agenda, of doing good beyond my navel. I'm fortunate to be engaged with work that weaves this together in strong ways, and I'm still seeking ways in which I can cultivate an artistic practice that restores and nurtures in equal proportion.
Pussy Riot Protest, Vigelandsparken, Oslo, Norway, 2013