This subject of Identity has hit a nerve with me. I suspect that I am currently experiencing a mid-life Identity Crisis. Or is it just another of those Identity Reassessments that I seem to experience from time to time? Either way, my quilt has inspired more questions in me than answers...
The original idea was to convey various "identities" by using textiles that conjure immediate images. It looked crap. Really, really crap. The only one I liked was the suit, shirt and tie. I liked that a lot. So I made more. And a few others.
When we first meet a person, we make immediate judgments about who they are based on their appearance.
Why do we trust a man in a suit? (DO we trust a man in a suit?!)Is it safer to trust an old lady than a soldier?
Is choosing a tie the only way a man in a suit can express his individuality?
Is a man in a uniform more or less trustworthy/authoritative than a man in a suit?
Is the Australian soldier more to be trusted than soldier of another country?
Why do most of us feel a need to acquiesce to conventions of 'good taste'?
Is adopting a uniform of jeans and safety pins any different from adopting a uniform of a suit?
How strongly do you identify with your country's flag?
At what point did the Australian psyche shift from allegiance to England to allegiance to Australia? Some Australians haven't. Is that why we aren't yet a Republic?
Shouldn't we always question judgments made at face value?
Will I ever work out who I am?
Painting Jerusalem doors
2 days ago