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Word of the week two: Risk

I am pretty risky sometimes. I guess I do things others would find scary. Everyone has seen me naked, I shout at men in the street just for taking up too much space or for looking at young girls, I left my husband and sold my house and left a comfortable stable life for complete…

I am pretty risky sometimes. I guess I do things others would find scary. Everyone has seen me naked, I shout at men in the street just for taking up too much space or for looking at young girls, I left my husband and sold my house and left a comfortable stable life for complete unknowns, I can be pretty self destructive, I give into every impulse, I say everything that comes into my mind.

I have no concept of failure because everything is stupid, nothing really matters, and I have no goals. I just want to feel things and draw. I guess failure would be death of joy, excitement. If I heard a song and felt nothing then i’m probably not living right.

Off target again.

One I think men have a bigger concept of failure in the art world as they could succeed, they could have accolades, their work is taken seriously, There is not the added title. The fact that she is much more unlikely to succeed takes the pressure off the table, or it does for me at least. Let men have the fame and the money and let me just create.

As for taking risks in my work when don’t I. Everything I try is new. I never stand still. I rarely if ever repete. I am only comfortable if it hurts a bit. If it confuses me. If I want to tare it up at the end. I guess that could be just aesthetics though.

For all my talk of the lived experience and my work being about the self there are parts I can’t express, that would feel too exposing. That I am not sure I would survive.

There is a reason some risks are not taken.

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