Progress

Emma Cecil

ARTIST STATEMENT

​The gears that power my speed shift violently as I hear that click of systematic function and feel it coursing down to the chains. I grip my handlebars tightly as if they are a secret I do not want to let go. My heart is thumping loudly in my ears and I have the slightest feeling of giving up, yet I continue to pedal towards my end goal. I feel a sudden burst of energy run through me as I see my imaginary finish line quickly closing in. I pass it, but am not fully aware of what I have just achieved by doing this.
I have worked so hard to get here, although something is picking at my mind, indicating to me that I have not performed my best. Why do I not feel accomplished?
For this reason, I am always trying to progress and develop. Nothing is ever complete; though my achievement feels adequate, it is not entirely satisfactory.