Why is an art practice called a practice and are the outcomes called work?

What does it mean to be 'useful'?
That you are capable to be 'used'?

PRESSING QUESTIONS?

Why did communism not work?

Did it assume the worst in people too?

How do my mom (the original 'carer'), the 'please don't infect the artist' collaborations (distance as a means of caring? Why did I turn this into a collaboration? Critical of art institutions who may not care enough?) and the Pulsatilla Vulgaris explorations (a poisonous flower on the face, beautiful, worn because one cares about another) connect to each other and my practice?

Why and in which ways does a sense of longing (for care, touch, relationships) play into my practice?

How to knit unproductively?

And then, why would you ever want to be useful/to be used? Isn't that a 'bad' thing?

Are my works relics/traces/results/props of performances? How to introduce my work, starting at the work?