EMANCIPATION INTO SOLITUDE

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Art emancipated me, not only as a woman, but as a human. Because the actual act of creating is something like being in solitary confinement, studio work ties the soul to a paper or canvas and lets it spin in earthly spirals, forever seeking heaven and hell. This solitude is something all humans crave if brave, perhaps as some genetic memory of our connection to nature, before we became Man. Through the years I return to this theme, what it is to be an artist. And because of the point in history we live, that is never far from being a woman