I was particularly angry at myself for forgetting something last week; I stayed in bed all day ruminating-punishing-not forgiving (myself). I walked to my studio and as I found myself lying on the floor (something I do a lot these days) I saw a folder full of photocopied photos/contact sheets. With the words of a friend ringing in my ears I decided to express in the most visceral way I could. An hour later I had these. Martina my good friend- sister had said; please stop worrying what others think- this was in regards to my work. Simple I know and on the whole I don't tend to mind but when it comes to my art I've become a self-sensor, I hardly ever show anything that I make that deviates from my canonical work. I shall not be giving up my day job of slow-painful-methodical colouring on painstakingly made darkroom prints. But this felt cathartic so in the spirit of transparency here is some self-sabotage. Thank you sisterina.