As a disabled artist, my relationship with the arts industry has always been complicated to say the least. I’ve come to the realisation that I am an interdisciplinary artist, on the most part by my curiosity of working with different forms and mediums, but it cannot go ignored that this discovery was partly prompted by the ever shape-shifting mountain of inaccessibility that plagues the sector.
I played a maid at drama school.Anyone that has ever been to Rose Bruford will know, it is the most beautiful place. Situated in a field adjacent to a park, it feels a million miles, not 20 minutes on a South Eastern train from London Bridge. I had returned to Drama School after a hiatus whilst giving birth to my daughter Rae, and after a year of changing nappies and watching Cbeebies as a single parent, I felt free.
The summer of 2020 will historically remain a time of great reckoning and a reminder of the relentlessness of Black grief. Like any time of mass social change, the Arts responded in waves. Some artistically and others with pledges and statements. While these flooded in it became clear that no amount of pledges could address the fundamental structural obstacles that Black and Black mixed-race creatives face. An imbalance of power.