...the realisation that I have lost approximately half my life to a migraine. Definitely a third. I wonder if during that lost third/half, spent in dark agony, unable to form a coherent thought, my brain has been secretly (and kindly) processing some interesting and useful information to be revealed to me at a later date in my life, when I can make good use of it? I'm very much hoping this is the case. On the other hand, bearing in mind the first migraine arrived when I was seven,if I've missed half my life, this means I'm now only twenty. But still look in my forties. It's bad from whichever way I look at it.
Anyway, during the few hours left to me when I'm not in a dark room or trying to recall my own name and address as I start to improve afterwards,this is what I have made.
They are in a small group show in London with two other dresses, and will be part of my solo show in January. A longer blog post coming soon with news of new work directions, and more small rabbits. 'Til then..