January 4th, the school year means the start of my year. Today is day 2. Still gathering. Research and relationships are leading me along this process. A single mother came for Christmas, I recorded her story. I have found the women that have contributed have come to me in a way. Some I know, some I don't. She put me onto a poet, Eavan Boland, and her many words about women and night, particularly Night Feed.
As I write I can hear the plasterboard walls in the studio go up. There have been many times with a studio and many times without. Pieces have been patiently produced in many parts and constructed in galleries in many places. But I need a studio now – for some reason now I feel stifled and constricted without one.
