I don’t yearn for freedom: these days I yearn for security. I’m tired of being in between things/jobs/rent-paying gigs, and of the inherent uncertainty. Some days run smooth – a sequence of moments during which I appreciate being in my studio and having the time to explore and make things. Then comes a growly, frightened day when I wake up scared and anxious.

Yesterday I came across the Girl at Play archive, which chronicles Alex Beauchamp‘s transition from executive secretary to freelance writer and artist. It comforts me to read another woman’s creative angst, knowing how successful she’s become. Other people’s life paths appear straight and true when seen from the outside. By comparison my own path is the one walked on by Little Red Riding Hood, darkly shaded by trees and stalked by hungry beasts.

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