Treatise

Trudi Murray Art and Illustration

Black and white illustration of a male modelI had a dream last night in which someone wondered out loud to me, accusingly and in front of a sneering crowd, whether being an artist was indulgent. It was one of those naked in public dreams, you know the sort. In the dream, shocked and feeling attacked, I ran out into the garden, crying, and wriggled my toes in the grass and stretched up to the sky (like in a Sun Salutation!), as if to demonstrate that I belonged in this world. It was a little unsettling, as dreams go.

I suppose when you’re in the business of making art you are naked all the time (I’m not actually naked sitting here at my desk writing this, I am wearing jeans and a t-shirt and a cardigan covered in cat hair and stripey socks, just to let you know). Putting work out there, on the internet and in real life, is the…

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