I play silly mind games with myself. I always have since I was a kid.
Last year, before The Other Art Fair Sydney, as I undressed to get into bed, I threw my clothes towards the dirty clothes basket and thought “If I get them in, I’ll sell one of my pieces”.
My clothes didn’t make it into the basket. Not a sock.
You can imagine my surprise when I sold all my works. More than that, I had really rich, engaging conversations with people about the work. Shared my stories and saw how they were taken in – and I discovered my childhood experiences were shared by lots of people.
So this year, as I’m frantically prepping for The Other Art Fair Melbourne, I really don’t have time to think about how my work will be received in ‘fancy, arty Melbourne’, instead my total focus is on the work, trying to get it just right and to be as hard on my work as I am on myself.
I’m looking forward to catching up with some of my art mates I met in Sydney and seeing their beautiful faces again.
I’ll keep focused on the work and the stories – and who knows what will happen with art and the public collide?