If you would like to know the price of Square Dots #1 contact me. If that statement makes you nervous, there’s no pressure to buy. Do feel free to ask me questions about my work. Read on for insights into my painting process…
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When I coach myself, I write out the conversation between the coach part of me and the coachee part of me in my journal. What follows is a particularly powerful self-coaching session. I’ve noticed more enjoyment of my body and how it moves since I coached myself.
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If you would like to know the price of Square Dots #1, contact me. If that statement makes you nervous, there’s no pressure to buy. Do feel free to ask me questions about my work.
Continue reading “Square Dots #1”I wrote this snippet of self-coaching yesterday morning in my journal and thought I’d share it as you might like to try it for yourself (notice the questions I ask myself) or you might like me to coach you. This gives you a tiny insight into what coaching with me might be like (warm, accepting, partnering):
Continue reading “Self-coaching snippet”There’s a pea of contention buried in me
underneath the striving, the doing.
I like to pretend it isn’t there but I can feel it.
All the time.
I can’t get comfortable.
I toss.
I turn.
When eventually I do sleep, he’s there
reminding me of his manipulation.
It scares me how easily I gave myself to him.
Ignored my needs for safety for his cheap affection.
Left myself behind with
my other selves
from other times.
And now they’re clamouring
to be let back in,
with their pain.
And it hurts.
They have stories to tell and they need to tell them.
I am the conduit
and the comforter.
I ask them what they need and give them space.
Sometimes they rest in my heart tucked up warm and safe.
They take the time they need and when they wake
I feel them.
But I’m busy.
Getting on with my life while I can!
And they interrupt my dreams with things they need to tell
until I realise I need to listen.
And I feel.
And I write.
And I paint.
And the pea shrinks for a while.
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I was thinking about the transportation of slaves from British colonies to Britain whilst making this painting. The painting consists of a found object – a broken pole – attached to the canvas with string and everything painted white. The string and pole form a shape similar to the British flag and are reflections of shipping, oppression and bondage.
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