In different interviews and conversations over the last few years the one thing people always seem to be curious about in one way or another is where I find inspiration. Without going into too much detail about my feelings on the word, I often try to turn the question around to focus more on motivation.
When my mind becomes a battlefield of voices and inner turmoil, I find peace in moments of nostalgia. I really am someone who dwells on the past – looking to old photographs and home movies to somehow connect with a different part of myself long forgotten. Sometimes other people’s memories and stories do the trick too. I have a weakness for old mixed tapes, National Geographic magazines and Audrey Hepburn. Things that become romanticized time capsules in my mind.
I had the most incredible childhood imaginable. I could write about it for days. My parents created a safe and beautiful place where imagination and play were encouraged. And play I did. I had many friends who got roped into my crazy games but I also played alone, for hours and hours. I had no problem entertaining myself and when I got lonely there was a forest behind our house filled with fairies and imaginary friends. I don’t remember much about primary school other than cherishing the moment when I could go home and carry on the game I had started before school. I was an actress in my own productions; the ultimate drama queen.
So when asked what motivates me to paint it is this: I am too old for Barbies. I will never be an actress or a folk singer, but the one place I find full freedom to perform is on paper. Making pictures is an extension of my childhood.