I am a worrier. I worry about the table lamp in the hallway. I worry if I have it on during the day I will destroy the world with my reckless use of energy. I worry that without it, on a grey day, I may degenerate into such a state of SADness that all conviction to recycle responsibly will evapourate along with all other good intentions, – like dusting the computer table.
Do woman worry more? At the risk of making a huge, bludgeoning, generalisation I wonder does the drive to protect the offspring we have borne make us feel, more keenly the responsibility of the environment’s future on our shoulders. Probably not. Last weekend I potentially burned up an entire forest’s worth of energy* driving twice to Cardiff to install work at Wunderland, tactile Bosch, the exhibition to celebrate International Women’s Day. Actually, to be precise, on the second day we had six people in the car so I guess, shared out it was only a couple of trees each.
In order to make our weighty, carbon footprint worthwhile we combined the show with a visit to the Doctor Who exhibition. No forests were burnt up, but £36 was in about five minutes flat as that was all the time it took to walk from one end of the exhibition to the other. Wunderland left no hole in the pocket and certainly freaked the children out in a way the Doctor Who exhibition could only vainly hope for. With blamanges of breastmilk and pasty, naked goddesses clutching freshly extracted entrails my son’s Facebook comment on returning was simply ‘I’m scarred for life’ but hey – I’m not worried, he’ll get over it. I was hugely pleased to be exhibiting alongside artists whose work has really made a strong impression on me over the last year or so, Gemma Copp and Ione Rucquoi amongst many others. Only on until the 18th, it’s a show with an awful lot to see and experience.
*Please do not investigate the science behind my wildly inaccurate comments – you will be disappointed.
