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Sorting out my lift pitch - Chris Westfall: The Artist and the Elevator Pitch - Artist and the lift pitch

Sooooooooooooo what makes me stand out - what do I hope to achieve where am I hoping to be...

NON-OF US GET OUT ALIVE - I am beginning to realize that my artwork is often about trauma, childhood trauma...a way for me to bring forward emotions, wear my inside on the outside. Working through these memories, perhaps freeing ‘me’ of the dirtiness, once and for all. Time to play tig with my innermost ideas, moving forward, aiming for the stars. I will deal with these issues in my art, encouraging the act of a potential viewer...to add their story. Thus, identify the root cause of the problem and understand a way out of this crazy maze.

I am a childhood survivor, working through my history, a quest of self-discovery. I qualified several years ago as a holistic practitioner, specializing in both advanced aromatherapy and reflexology. I want to find balance in a healing way. This healing of self an on-going journey for, it seems, forever. Covid-19 and the great ‘sit on the naughty step’, awaiting my ‘time out’ to end, has got me thinking, what is it all about; what am - I - doing here? what are - you - doing here? I have an understanding, through creating ‘stuff’ ‘objects’, working through the process of unlocking me and the innards of my history, will have a major impact on my spiritual wellbeing and penultimately my health, with perhaps, ultimately impacting on your ‘the viewers’ health.

I want to gain a sense of possibility - a what if - a hope. It is well documented that a person who works through their trauma, with art used as therapy, will indeed provide a great sense of healing of their ‘whole’ self. I have begun exploring the effects of crying, is it a necessary process for healing. Is it that sometimes, if not too many times, we stem a potential to have a good cry? Heal from within. Crying is a very self-soothing experience. I have always cried very easily, a movie, a song, alexander beetle by Melanie … Off the album: 'Candles in the rain' (April 1970) - an absolute favorite of mine. My mother would say ….nooooooooooooooo, I'm not putting it on … you will just cry again. Melanie:-'Alexander Beetle'

She really didn’t know how to let it go, she held it in and even wore her face painted as a clown, hiding behind a character full of fun, except I know this was not the case. The real tears of a clown, right there! Tears of a clown, in a time where we are made to wear a mask, cover our facial expressions - I worry...you see the very act of ‘putting on a mask’, holds a wealth of potential for future mental health problems. I have had to learn these expressions are we to hide behind the mask, such confusing times for our future generations. It acts like a suppressed throat chakra holding it in like the ‘see no evil hear no evil...speak no evil’ brass monkeys, that sat upon my bedroom windowsill as a child. Frozen in time dis-allowed from having an opinion, a thought, a voice.

You see...they...have a goal...to make you spend money 24/7 - keeping the rich, well richer than at the start of the pandemic. I am indeed poorer than at the beginning of the reset...or whatever ‘they’ are calling it now! I worry that taking our time to give us time...does not make sense at all. Stop your life and you will live...is not living at all. It is all about getting the children back into school - mass extermination of free thought, creativity, free thinkers doers - it really is about indoctrination of a nation.