All the duty I can muster
All the obligation
Is absorbed by my family and the bureaucracy of life.
No due dates. No commitments. No regularity. No expectation.
Art and I need whim if we intend to function.
My art, a lot of art, is twofold.
There is the joy and solace of making.
And the fear and delight of sharing.
Both folds mature my practice.
Both folds nurture.
This is the rationalisation of AMELIA GATHERS
A hub to collate, gather, show and experiment
with as much boldness and energy as I have spare