She has pressed on, without fanfare or anger in a natural manner, toward a painting of her own.
She brushes aside the stupid nostalgia that women feel when confronted with male thinking,
for she is aware that woman has her own ideas within herself and that in order to exist
she has only to begin setting those ideas down inn a language of her own.
sub rosa 
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Hello Sigrun, this isn’t a reply to your Marguerite Duras post, but I would be very glad if I might ask you a question about Edvard Munch, about who I’m translating some essays for an exhibition catalogue, and I don’t know how else I might get in contact with you. I really hope you don’t mind being contacted for this purpose, and if so, it would be great if you could send me a short e-mail to make a contact beyond your blog. Thank you. Andrea
Hi Andrea, I must warn you – I’m not at all into Munch
My mail is: sigrun.hodne@gmail.com
I have a very soft spot for Duras who was one half of my PhD. She was fearless and determined when it came to expressing her own, very original voice. I wish I had the same sort of unswerving inner compass for creativity that she did.
I got these lines from a friend. She is an artist, a photographer, she has first hand understanding of what it will say to find one’s own voice. And she also knows how much I struggle to get there – in a position where I can test my own writing.
My work as a teacher and a critic I know I can manage, writing my own text is totally different. This might not be a success at all, and, to be honest, I think my greatest hindering right now is that I’m afraid to find out – .
And on top of it all, turning 44 makes me feel I’m running out of time …