the weight of a feather the crack of eggshell blue
[ diary ]
i have become a parody of myself a shadow of myself a memory of myself fading until one day (today) i will start to wake up i will remember the girl i was and i will begin to draw the map that leads me back to me
Self portraits are something I have an ongoing love/hate relationship with. I’m inexplicably drawn to them as a form of creative expression and yet they play so strongly on my insecurities and self confidence. This time last year I began the process of creating one of the most personal bodies of work I have to […]
I believe that living a creative life can be one of the most rewarding things we can experience as human beings and yet so often it seems that we find reasons not to do it. It’s too hard, too tiring. Inspiration won’t present itself, ideas are too foggy. I don’t have time, I don’t have […]
“You’re wishing your life away” he says but how can I not when there is a world outside, a world of daylight, of towering trees and shifting sands, of shutter clicks and paint stained fingers.
Cages can take many forms. A job that takes up most of your days but doesn’t fulfil everything you need. An illness that drains your energy. A friend that you want to help but can’t reach. A dream that’s time has not yet come, or worse that has passed you by when you looked away. […]