The show

Bright lights illuminated the stand, a showcase of creative and artistic endeavour as Sam paced nervously waiting for the doors of the cavernous arena to open. She reflected as she paced, her eyes scanning the walls of her exhibition space, taking in the imagery, the colour, texture and shape of her designs, her mind drifting back to the moments of inspiration, those flashes of insight, triggered by a word, a momentary view, a glimpse caught from the window of the train. Each creative project wrought from that single point, her mind visualizing the finished project even as her hands drew together the component pieces, forming, moulding, the vision becoming reality before her eyes.

Time and the sweet sweat of physical exertion have honed her skills as a craftsperson, refined her eye for detail, colour, form, given her a clarity and economy of design that has allowed the development of a highly credible portfolio and brought her to this point, this zenith of presenting her work to the public. Her hands, almost without thought caress the soft curves of a thrown pot to her left, stroke the embossed highlights of the wall covering to her right, her work at once visual and textural, inviting the viewer to interact. She takes a deep breath as the tannoy system crackles into life…

“Doors open in five minutes…”


About Autistic writing

Im 46, autistic and vocal about it, a specialist autism mentor in higher education, embarking on my MEd in adult autism, autistic advocate and campaigner, writer and co-founder of asP - the autism strategy partnership #differentnotdamaged #askaboutasP

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