“Untitled, July 2018”
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I don’t like to title my pieces. Only on rare occasions when I am certain of its name do I. Each piece has its own meaning in the process of making it for me as the creator, but one of the things I love as an artist is hearing others impressions & interpretations of them. I often find that a title limits the viewer because we as humans tend to generally accept the assumptions created by them.
6 minutes ago
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Yesterday, I caught myself in a moment of sinking into old habit.. but I decided to do something different. While setting up for a workshop, I needed some help from a young male supervisor and his slightly younger female assistant. Both of them helped me solve my problem, but it was pretty clear to me that the man held more power than her in this professional setting. When we were parting ways, I asked him his name and told him it was lovely to work with him. And, up ahead of us, I noticed the young woman walking away, glancing back shyly.
I could have easily let the moment pass and not speak up to acknowledge her, but it felt like a “choice” moment. Choice A) I could join the status quo and allow her to experience the same sort of shame that I’ve experienced being subordinate to male colleagues, or Choice B) I could set an example that she and he are both, in reality, perfectly equal.
Asking for her name, I raised my voice to slow her down. Then, I made a point to really see her, thank her, and to soak up the gratitude that comes with putting into the world that which you most want to see. “I appreciate you.”
11 minutes ago
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