Well, I almost never paint. It makes me nervous and I am in awe of the tradition of painting and the discourse around it. But I kind of wanted to have a go again. So here is the result.
To put my mind at rest I am quoting this from @frieze_magazine on Twitter:
‘If women’s work is often read through their biographies, then perhaps Wilke’s challenges us to see things differently: insisting that art is not born of overarching narratives, but lives lived day to day.’ Caroline Marciniak reviews Hannah Wilke at @Alison_Jacques
So, this is part of my everyday at the moment, with my limited ability to get out and about, though I do get out and about in good weeks when my energy levels are up. But for a lot of time, I am at home, with flowers brought to my by my husband. There is something cheering about engaging with the world through the domestic environment.
