Louisa’s talk was very apposite – so rooted in grief and loss. I wonder about the tension between her reticence and her desire to make connection; let the work be transformative (her word) transformational (my word) but also her seeming uncomfortableness with stating that. Maybe it could be viewed as self-indugent, morally or ethically dubious using her experience of loss or that contemporary art should be more removed not tainted by the whiff of the therapeutic? But what makes it other than therapeutic is it’s edginess, dangerousness, it’s nod to the visceral, it is not ‘tidying the cushions of life”!