When I was 43 years old I stumbled across the family secret that I was adopted.
That was 20 years ago. I continue to work towards identifying the effects on myself, managing these and moving forward.
I hope that other adoptees will be encouraged by my writings. It is my belief that before us and within us, we find what we need to reclaim who we are.
I’m clearing out ‘stuff’ including paintings by Dymphna, the person who for the first 43 years of my life, I believed was my mother. One of her paintings in particular irritates me. In it she has tried to capture my … Continue reading →
I am encouraged by creative potential and process. What started as a photograph of pieces of glass, became the milieu to explore, express, and externalise my daily experience as a late discovery adoptee. From January to August 2020 I worked … Continue reading →
My working life came to an abrupt end in April 2019. I could do it no longer, aware that I was becoming more reactive and despondent by the changes in the work space to an open plan office, and the … Continue reading →