Toilet activation within central London by artist Jemima Sara.
Toilet activation within central London by artist Jemima Sara.
‘Sorry if my nipples through my top cause you offence I am living in this skin of mine’ - Jemima Sara
At the @royalcollegeofart I made a painting about a smelly foot. Swipe.
At the @royalcollegeofart I made a painting about a smelly foot. Swipe.
Still screaming: contained in bulletproof glass Oil on canvas 2026 I’m inside a glass box. My arms and feet feel numb, and my legs tingling. I suddenly have this confidence that seems to have come out of nowhere. I can talk to people more easily. I don’t overthink or exaggerate their reactions and almost nothing feels like an offence anymore. I can feel the grass and see it clearly but as I get close it’s just a blur of green. It’s fake, unnatural but my brain tells me it’s true. Perhaps there is a window. A crack. I can’t reach the crack to my old self, my terbulent self. My broken self. The crack shines so brightly, as if it was mistaken for my broken life. I need to find a way out of the glass window that holds me and keeps me so numb. From the outside, I probably seem normal, maybe even more normal than I did before. But internally, it feels completely different. Everything is different. It’s like there’s another part of me trapped inside this glass box, within the glass box. The rage is still there. It hasn’t disappeared; it’s just been contained. It feels like something inside me is screaming and banging against the thick, bulletproof glass walls, trying to get out, while the rest of me is strangely calm and disconnected from it. It can see it screaming but it’s separated . The numbness won’t won’t let those emotions come out anymore. I can feel the anger and everything underneath it, but there’s a barrier between me and the expression and release. People sometimes describe this as putting a veil or cloud over you. For me, it feels more like a thin wall of glass has slowly appeared between me and everything I’m feeling. I can still see and understand the emotions on the other side, and I can still feel them inside me, but I can’t quite reach them anymore. Everything is still there there, and the anger is still there, but there’s something between us. A bulletproof wall of glass.
Still screaming: contained in bulletproof glass Oil on canvas 2026 I’m inside a glass box. My arms and feet feel numb, and my legs tingling. I suddenly have this confidence that seems to have come out of nowhere. I can talk to people more easily. I don’t overthink or exaggerate their reactions and almost nothing feels like an offence anymore. I can feel the grass and see it clearly but as I get close it’s just a blur of green. It’s fake, unnatural but my brain tells me it’s true. Perhaps there is a window. A crack. I can’t reach the crack to my old self, my terbulent self. My broken self. The crack shines so brightly, as if it was mistaken for my broken life. I need to find a way out of the glass window that holds me and keeps me so numb. From the outside, I probably seem normal, maybe even more normal than I did before. But internally, it feels completely different. Everything is different. It’s like there’s another part of me trapped inside this glass box, within the glass box. The rage is still there. It hasn’t disappeared; it’s just been contained. It feels like something inside me is screaming and banging against the thick, bulletproof glass walls, trying to get out, while the rest of me is strangely calm and disconnected from it. It can see it screaming but it’s separated . The numbness won’t won’t let those emotions come out anymore. I can feel the anger and everything underneath it, but there’s a barrier between me and the expression and release. People sometimes describe this as putting a veil or cloud over you. For me, it feels more like a thin wall of glass has slowly appeared between me and everything I’m feeling. I can still see and understand the emotions on the other side, and I can still feel them inside me, but I can’t quite reach them anymore. Everything is still there there, and the anger is still there, but there’s something between us. A bulletproof wall of glass.
2.5 weeks at the @rca_painting @royalcollegeofart
2.5 weeks at the @rca_painting @royalcollegeofart
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