Deconstruction

I have spent a lifetime moulding myself into acceptable forms, some necessary, others for survival. The performance has become second nature now: surreal, yet expected. I no longer recognise myself.  And while I continue to walk the same streets and talk to the same people, the performance will always stay the same. I want to know who I am minus the props, the characters, the set and the same tired old script. I am finally breaking free and deconstructing my constructed self. Smashing apart a lifetime of performance ritual and discovering what lies beneath.

Fragments

 I am experimenting with new performance parameters, exploring my identity through space, time and body. Fragments, of observation, of experience, of creation. 

Reinvention

Like many women before me I am finding  freedom in anonymity. My writing is stilted and I am paralysed by my former name; with all that it carries and represents. I want my words to stand outside all other perceptions of me, and carry a power of their own. I want to inhabit a space where I'm not thinking about who is reading me or watching me, looking for clues or ammunition. I want to move through the world as a writer, noticing detail, without being noticed. Everything is fluid, and so am I .