That awful moment has arrived when one realises, there is no getting away from it, one is kind of middle aged. The thought came to me when I arrived at my youngest's new flat, my daughter has moved out and was making me coffee in her new kitchen for the first time. We discussed work, I was surrounded by the next generation preparing themselves to do great things. One has landed a job in TV and the other has landed a job in a top publication. We discussed how we as women could do the best work we could toward the common good, eradicating as much bigotry, unfairness and unquestioning acceptance of the status quo, as possible.
“The canary bird in the coal mine theory of the arts: artists should be treasured as alarm systems.”
My blog, a thought or two