I Fear.  Fearfully at times, I receive the news. War in the Crimea. Violence.  Violence. A young soldier hacked to death by British Muslims, and their cursing of us all, from the dock. When she was very little, I imagined what I might have to do to save my daughter, if the balloon went up. I felt like this anyway, because my feelings about her absolute dependence on me, and her vulnerability, made me feel like I was trying to stroke the skin on scalding milk. I felt like this even before September 11th, 2001. She was six months old then. Then there was that July in London. She was at nursery, and I had travelled on the underground that morning. Those kind of events make you feel like your imagination has spilled out somehow, leaving a bloody mess. I imagined strapping her to my back and walking, walking, away.

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About Frances Earnshaw

Frances Earnshaw graduated from the Royal College of Art in 1985 with a Master of Arts degree.

She had a solo show at Gallery 286, Earls Court, London in November 2012. She has shown work at The Freud Museum, London, The V&A Museum of Childhood, London and at the Museum of Folk and Fai…Read more

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