The painting takes shape

The breasts are of crucial significance.

As an infant my mother’s breast (or breasts) was / were me.

They were not separate from me.

The transitional object.

When I was away from the breast I plucked wool from my blanket and caressed my lips with it.

This same wool plucked from my blanket was my first brush.

I am still using brushes, soft more often than not, of late; and fingers, and rags.

And I caress the canvas.

And I choose an appropriate subject.

I am creating a world of art.

[For more information see: D. W. Winnicott, ‘Playing and Reality’]

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