I used to think my
work wasn't pleasing enough – that it would never be chosen to go up on display in
the foyer at school – and it often wasn't. And once, when we had a visitor to the
school, it ended up in the darkest corner of the room – behind the art room
door! (However, since figure drawing only ever involved fully-clothed models
and any nudity – or semi-nudity – in our art works was frowned upon, I can only
smile at the memory and appreciate that it was put up at all).
Well, there's no
nudity here – just some glimpses of the kinds of things I found beautiful,
startling, powerful and, I hoped, just a little bit defiant when I was growing
up.
