Whilst doing my Diploma of Visual Arts many years ago, back in 2008, I was encouraged to delve deeper into what I wanted to say and which medium worked for me. While art school can very much remind you of your short comings, there was definitely a sense of 'finding myself' when I was happily delving into the process of making my photographic imagery into film stencils which I then screen printed onto various surfaces.
I also with trepidation had to admit by the end that I had a love of painting. Even though I could not quite put a name to what I liked to paint. Or, to admit that I was even good at. I loved abstract, and enjoyed a smear it and see what happens approach but spent time trying my best with much needed hours of practice and refinement.
As with all my work, past present and future, there is an element of creative exploration for the joy of it. Just as, even longer ago, I explored vocal improvisations at the Victorian College of the Arts in the late 80's, prior to the Melbourne University take over, I could not ever do 'cover band' or 'normal'. I had to make soundscapes, and to write my own words to express what was going on inside of me. It was raw, fly by the seat of my pants stuff. And I am so truly grateful for that.
Today, I look back in wonder as I listen to soundscapes, look at previous works of art and am amazed at how movement into other areas of life, (after these explorations), have honed a very different person from that young girl. I have no idea where any of this emergence is going and to be honest, I really don't want to. I'm just now heading into whatever territory comes. Brush and printmaking tools in hand to see where it leads. And how does creative expression get better than that?