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A quick & messy scan & translation job (full of improvisation), all done with a cat glued to my side! I've been away from home for a few days, staying with Val's parents, and the cat is making sure that I won't vanish again in the only way he knows how: lying on me and purring in the hope that I will become stuck to the bed with cat-drool and unable to get away.

Anyway, presenting...



Many people live their lives with the understanding that only certain people can paint, play music, draw comics, write etc etc

Woman: I'm afraid you don't have an ear for music
- You probably don't have the head for reading
- You're probably not musical
- You aren't artistically inclined
- You show no sign of having inherited any imagination

Because women have from an historical perspective been shut out from creative work, forgotten or devalued, it's more usual that women DON'T see themselves as creative people.

Sussie: I don't have an ear for music
- I don't have the head for reading
- I'm not musical
- I'm not artistic
- I don't have any imagination

Many women then think that that a way out is to BE TOGETHER with a creative person.

That is often a big mistake.

Man: Yvette! Run and set up a new still life! Pronto!
Sussie: My name is Sussie.
Man: Aaaah! I'm having an attack of angst! Lay a cool hand to my brow! Pronto!


Another problem is that women often suffer from an extreme performance complex, and have to be RIDICULOUSLY GOOD at something to feel like it's OK to do it.

Sussie: I've gone to art school for ten years, then I've been apprenticed for three years, and then I've practiced at home for seven hours every day...
Woman: Are you going to exhibit?
Sussie: No! I'm not ready for that yet.

The performance complex stems from a lack of self-esteem: that one believes one must be RIDICULOUSLY GOOD to be worth anything.

Woman: It's amazing that you can play both guitar and piano!
Sussie: But I'm useless at the balalaika.

One suffers from a crippling self-criticism.

Woman: How long have you been working on your poem?
Sussie: Four years.
Woman: How long is it?
Sussie: Four words.

Or an oversensitivity to criticism from others.

Woman: It's fantastic! I was so touched I cried! It's only the colours that are a little conventional.
Sussie: CONVENTIONAL? I'll burn it!!

And naturally the result is that one doesn't create anything at all.



Do things because they're fun - don't give a crap if they end up bad!

Man: What the hell is that?
Sussie: A jam sculpture! Tomorrow I'm going to make one from apple sauce!


Don't wait for someone to promote your work - do it yourself at every opportunity!

Sussie: "And then Hedvig said to the little monkey..."
Man: Is there much left?
Sussie: Fourteen chapters.
Sussie: Hello! Do you know how many hours I've spent in dudes' practice rooms?

Don't let anyone else decide if you're good or bad - be your own jury!

Sussie: And then... when I'd finished painting... I was so moved I CRIED
Man: I think the colours are a little conventional
Sussie: One has to have reached a certain level to appreciate it... where was I... yes, I CRIED, that is to say, from emotion ...etc
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