I was writing about how I felt like a dog, but not even like a dog actually, more like a pillow.
My fear of the outside world was at its worst. Unable to walk to the corner shop without having heart palpitations and thoughts of dying. Little did I know, when I go to sleep my pillow is very adventurous.
It goes to this homogenous meadow all by itself. This polyester blob says a lot more than we often do. Expressive folds. It isn’t afraid to show its vulnerable side.
This is a Quaker painting.
Me and my boyfriend Sim decided to make a children’s book about this pillow see here. I did ‘pillow life drawing’ workshops with Manchester College students, their charcoal drawings were sensitive – see here.