The picture is so beautiful.
So remote - it is me.
Wilderness, wilderness, confusion, desolation.
A memory of a tree I had in the garden. It reminds me of my isolation yet it fascinates me. My daughter spent hours reading in it and my son played in it a lot.
Achieving something.
It was chopped down - I miss that tree.
I don’t feel I have achieved anything. I feel I have been held back, have suppressed my potential for the sake of others
Everything I’ve wanted to do, I don’t think I’ve been true to my self.
Missed potential and achievements. I had a scholarship to commercial college at Leeds. The teacher wanted me to go to London to a school of design.
I felt chained, held back. I can’t get away from it.
I was very good at needlework and making things. My teacher saw the potential in me but mother said I could have gone if they had the money.
I have felt inferior and still feel like it now. But I have encouraged my children to be the complete opposite and I’m proud of that.
The tree represents just starting something and never getting further. I was always at the bottom of the tree and couldn’t climb. I was in a cocoon and I couldn’t get out.
I never could talk to anyone about all this until now, I just got on with what I had to do and that was it.