Before embarking on the real world, I’m having a little
holiday in the Scottish Highlands. That means one thing – lots of stitching!
But before I get to that, I have a couple of bits of news.
Firstly, I’ve been asked by Catherine at Significant Seams to intern on an embroidery
project masterminded by Oxfam and the Craftivist Collective. I’m only too happy
to be on board; craft with a social message is right up my street, and I could
practically be sponsored by Oxfam given the percentage of my wardrobe made up
of clothes from its shops! Not entirely sure what the project involves yet, but
I’m very excited.
Secondly (and possibly even more excitingly), my work is
going to be shown in a professional gallery in October. Not only that, but (and
here comes more boasting), it will be shown alongside work by the likes of
Susan Hiller and Cecil Beaton! The exhibition is called A Curious Invitation, and has been curated to accompany the
launch of a book of the same name, all about famous parties in literature. My
contribution is my embroidered handkerchief The Onion Cutters’ Club, which is based on the chapter The Onion Cellar which appears in The Tin Drum. Check out my artist bio, along with those of the
other artists, on the gallery website. I must say I feel incredibly
inexperienced compared to them; I’m the youngest artist in the exhibition!
Thirdly, during this year’s E17 Art Trail I will be writing
a couple of reviews for the Trail’s official blog. I’m very excited to see this
year’s artists’ efforts, particularly an exhibition on crying which I imagine
will have a nice dialogue with The Onion
Cutters’ Club.
Finally, I’ve finally succumbed to Twitter! Now that I don’t
have Facebook any more, where else to take my inane (t)witterings? Jokes aside,
I’ve heard it’s very handy for networking. Initial discoveries include Feminist Hulk and the (genuinely witty) witticisms of my wondrous ex-uni-mate (and future
poet laureate) Adam’s bear Aloysius (inherited from Sebastian Flyte, but of
course).
Now that all that’s out of the way, on to the sewing! I can’t
seem to stop making pieces for Psychobitches, despite the fact that it hasn’t
been officially unveiled yet. This latest piece follows in the tongue-in-cheek,
snarky vein of its two predecessors.
I’ve never been a Zooey Deschanel fan, and now I know why.
Firstly, there’s the fact that the archetype she repeatedly plays, the Manic Pixie Dream Girl, reduces female characters to two-dimensional emotional props for male leads. But I also have a bone to pick with the name of the trope
itself. Anybody who’s experienced mania can tell you that there’s nothing “dreamy”
about it; unless by “dreamy”, you mean “nightmarish”. Sure, there’s the initial
euphoria, the sense that you can do anything. But soon this tips over into an
energy that’s out of control. You become irritable (and irritating),
aggressive, incomprehensible. (When I was manic, I filled an entire notebook
with writing, that – looking back – made no sense.) And when you come down –
boy do you come down.
This would suggest that the trope appropriates terminology
referring to mental illness and applies it to a particularly nauseating brand
of “quirkiness” (and this is coming from someone who's about as twee as they come).
As “Dionne the Socialist” so eloquently puts it, “Mental disorders are medical conditions. Mental disorders are not personality quirks.”
As “Dionne the Socialist” so eloquently puts it, “Mental disorders are medical conditions. Mental disorders are not personality quirks.”
Despite this, you can
suffer from mental illness and still be a fulfilled, interesting, attractive,
productive, accomplished, kind person – with the right support.
Thus, there’s an aspect to my piece that isn’t tongue in
cheek at all; you can be a manic
depressive and a dream girl. Whether you'd want to be anybody's dream girl is another question...
