My Dearest, I look now, over at your table, that beautiful old oak table, with the carved legs, and I know you are being so tolerant, your space covered with scraps, crumbs, and frustrated piles of broken frames and dusty matt boards. I know you understand. You always come last. I don’t know why you put up with it. Because […]

I recently made a shitload of art for my masters research (almost done!) .  I made it knowing that I would display it on an anonymous website, because I wanted to see what would happen if I gave myself freedom from my regular identity.  Dada artist Marcel Duchamp made art under a female identity.  That fascinated me. What would I make […]