One day there will be artwork here.
Perhaps the film I created pushing my son’s pram to Pelican Parcels, so that another child could enjoy 4 years of being ferried around. Sometimes carried Sultan style across muddy fields, or hoicked over badly designed stairwells, this pram was my right-hand woman, and often the only thing holding me up right. The film remains on my phone, eating up precious storage which my nearly 6-year-old now needs for screenshots of Pokémon games.
One day there will be an archive of the things that I have done, and made, although it may be small and probably not that impressive, at least there will be a record that I tried to be an artist, because I don’t know how to not be one.
Jennifer Milarski-Stermšek 