Lately I’ve become anxious about memory loss. I find myself stumbling to remember words so often that I can feel the blankness at the end of sentences looming over me. People tell me it’s the menopause and a natural part of growing older.

The vibrant mother with child forms represent my younger self with my two children. The glaze disappearing into the surface is designed to give the viewer the same difficulty in finding words as I often do.

If you look closely you’ll see all of the words that have remained firmly on the tip of my tongue over the past few months. They are written in pencil so they can be erased. I’m still adding to them.