At this point the series has become all about the sheer scale of the work in combination. The endless potential combinations and representations of this one simple idea/figure cover a wall and loom over the room - almost weaponising childhood. Childhood (and stereotyped girlhood) imagery with the direction, force, and clarity of the adult mind, becoming something bigger than a child would usually be able to make. I now have the freedom to take up more space, and to direct that space.
The walls are thick with my presence, which offer to my child-self, or to my adult self now which is the sum of all my experiences as child, adolescent, and adult. I am not ashamed of being everything that pink represents, comfort and weakness and blood and female (though I want to make it clear I don't think pink should represent female). I am not ashamed of being the child I was at every age. I am not ashamed of ugliness, because what's called ugly is really what makes the world beautiful. I am not ashamed of mistakes. I have things I have always wanted and needed, and mistakes were like rocks in the river on the way here.
