Narration
As I near the end of my 4-year journey from student to artist , my final body of work acts as a pause, a temporary stop in my transition. My journey has been shared by countless women over eons of civilisation. Having been asked β is there a need for feminism anymore β I have responded with this strong and confident βyesβ. Dissecting the process of feminisation in the constructs, the biology and the layers of experience and exposure to those social forces trying to mould my persona as a woman to what is expected as woman.
My creative response arises from the clutter and debris of my studio space, the materials and methods learned and practiced over these years as a contemporary art student, the paints, the paper, the inks, the prints, the textiles, the digital, the colours and values and shapes. Trying and failing many times in creating a visual language that is unique to me and my voice. Often feeling despair and self-doubt , occasional exaltations at the recognition of the marks, the colours and the shapes that finally reflect back to me my voice.
These tests , these experiments, these forays into the unknown , the exposure to the women and men who have created before and presently all combine to make this final statement.
Inspired by Maybe, this room within a room, shows the creative process in all its glorious untidiness contrasted against the outcomes and the apparent feminine refinement ,clean and curated works. I am asking you to look closer, ask questions, listen carefully and no longer take for granted the fragile connections that create a female presence in a world that still by its structures, hierarchies of power and social forces demand women shape and construct themselves to fit into those boxes of confinement and containment.
Journeys and Quiet
Where next , where will my journey take me ? Hopefully take my room within a room and inspired by maybe , collaborate and connect with others to take back the creative process where it is most needed and turn away from the from the commodification and markets that destroy those unique voices.
Credits:
Shona Wardrop