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Unit 1 Assessment: Curating My\u00a0Blog<\/h2>\n
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This page will demonstrate how I have fully met the Level 7 Assessment criteria for my MA Fine Art: Digital, Unit 1 Assessment \u2013 involving criteria for Enquiry, Process and Knowledge and Communication.<\/p>\n

Learning Outcome 1:<\/em><\/strong>
\nFormulate, describe and implement a challenging and self-directed programme of study, relating to your Study Statement. <\/strong>
\n(Assessment Criteria: Enquiry)<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

My programme of study grows out of something raw and unresolved in me. Mothercore: Reclaiming Art from Intuitive Chaos<\/em> is not just a title, it is the name I have given to the fracture I live inside. Since becoming a mother, I have felt split in two: artist and carer, ambition and tenderness, rage and devotion. I keep hearing the quiet cultural whisper that you cannot be both a \u201cgood artist\u201d and a \u201cgood mother.\u201d Instead of trying to silence that voice politely, I push back against it. I work directly inside that tension. I let it generate the work.<\/p>\n

This programme is self-directed because it has to be. It is built from lived experience: sleeplessness, interruption, disappearing into care, the slow erosion of self, the shock of migration, the surge of anger, and the overwhelming capacity to love. These are not themes I have chosen for intellectual interest – they are the air I breathe. When I ask how motherhood alters the artist, I am asking what has happened to me. When I ask how art-making reshapes the image of the mother, I am asking whether I can rebuild myself through practice.<\/p>\n

The challenge I have set myself is to stay with this fracture and not retreat into something safer. I work across drawing, sculpture, painting, sewing, installation and digital documentation because no single medium is large enough to hold what I am trying to process. I drag discarded fridge doors into the studio: heavy, cold, domestic objects that once sealed things inside \u2014 and I cut them open. I sand them. I paint into their interiors. The invisible but central everyday object, which once contained food and routine becomes a surface for anger, grief and colour. Storage becomes exposure.<\/p>\n

Alongside the MOTHERCORE fridge collages, I am continuing to build MOTHERLAMP forms: fragile glowing bodies that resemble pregnant torsos, suspended and vulnerable. At the same time, I am beginning the Pouring Paint Triptych: Maiden\/Mother\/Crone. These strands run in parallel, like different emotional registers of the same story. Rage sits next to repair. Fragility sits next to endurance. Archetype sits next to autobiography.<\/p>\n

The research behind this work matters to me, but it is never abstract. I read Freud and feel the weight of the historical idea that motherhood is a closing down. I turn to feminist artists and writers because I recognise myself in the struggle for visibility. While reaserching I think about my maternal grandmother’s neurosis and my paternal grandmother’s depression, the mental health of women from post-war communist patriarchal Eastern Europe. These thoughts, the theory, do not lead the work; the studio does. I make first. I feel first. I process materially and maternally. Only afterwards do I recognise the intellectual threads.<\/p>\n

I have stopped trying to impose neat resolutions on my practice. I no longer aim for coherence that erases the mess. Fragmentation is not a problem to solve \u2014 it is the condition of my life. So it becomes the structure of the work. I paint in bursts between interruptions. I sew late at night. I build installations around the rhythms of childcare. Chaos is not something I escape from; it is something I shape.\u00a0It is the way I refuse to disappear.<\/p>\n

STUDY STATEMENT<\/a><\/p><\/blockquote>\n