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It\u2019s a hot day in July, (hot for Glasgow).<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am doing work in the building and I take time to walk around Delaine Le Bas\u2019s exhibition. I don\u2019t know this artist but as I turn the corner and enter the vastness of her work – it\u2019s as if I have known it forever. It feels to me as if we are pals.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It\u2019s a dreamy folky reality of all sorts – it\u2019s personal and it\u2019s political and it\u2019s monumental and the works sort of spill from each other. I love it. I feel like I am meeting a fellow artis sister. I feel that her work, like mine, deals with folk and belonging and heritage amongst other things. I find kinship and kindness in it and I feel like I belong amongst her worlds.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And then, from the corner of my eye – I spot a yellow slogan tee – Survival Is The Ultimate Revenge and it speaks to me so deeply, I stop. I gaze at it. I remember hearing these words from my friend Sally when I was having a tough time at college as a teenage migrant to the UK. I remember hearing these words, alongside \u2018hold your nerve\u2019, and at fellow artists\u2019 events about careers. I remember reading bits of Joan Rivers \u2018Bouncing Back\u2019 yonks ago.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I have naughty thoughts of bagzing the tee – obviously I don\u2019t but I want it so bad. I want it so bad because it comforts exactly how I feel at that moment. Still, I manage to take myself away from that particular artefact! And I take ages to see and stay and be with the work.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It stays with me – that slogan. I think about doing an embroidery but I don\u2019t feel it\u2019s quite right. I take time to think what to make with it…how to do my own homage to that moment of time where I felt a real sense of belonging.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I have a day dream about having a major solo and wanting to have that sense of spillage – blurring of form boundaries and all it fitting. But of course – like folk.<\/p>\n\n\n\n