Ever since I was a child I felt a little bit of an outsider. Sometimes not just a little bit. In fact, I often felt that hardly anyone spoke the same language as me. I spent my days interacting in the expected manner, without much emotional involvement. Even then I was aware of the roles we all had to play to be accepted, and there were very few places where I felt I didn’t have to live up to expectations.
As an adult and mother of two, the experience has intensified. I have become increasingly sensitive to the restrictions of every day role play and the way we are so often unable to shake off the ties that are imposed upon us.
In this series I want to express the frustration and the solitude that I felt over this, even as a child. But I also want to show the rebellious abandoned moments of bliss, however brief or seemingly unimportant.