I found out on Thursday that I will receive funding from the Arts Council for my upcoming project. The relief registered on a cellular level and I cried. It shouldn't be this way, but as an artist to be funded feels like being told you belong. It is like being welcomed into society. Not receiving funding can feel like the opposite.
I am very grateful, not only for the money, but for the fact that I live in a country where money is allocated centrally for artistic work. It isn't a given. Few places in the world have this kind of system of distribution, so thank you ACE, you are... well ace!
It did get me thinking of the Handless project (the work I needed the funding for). Valuing is one of it's concerns. How we value what we have, how we value the parts of us that we think matter and those that we think matter less. Devaluation has consequences, and things often reassert their importance through the suffering we experience when they are lost. But more on that later.
I wrote this about it. I may change the title later.
On Receipt of Funding
It shouldn't matter, but it does matter
In the capital system we live with
What we pay for is what we value
What do we pay for?
What do we not?
Humans come free
Especially the girls'
So begins the Handless Project
Read the Handless Maiden story here.