Taking a moment to understand the delicate power of isolation….. I have been writing in bursts of inspiration for my book that has been in my head for the last few years. Working towards getting it out of the corners of cerebral fantasies to the hard definitive form of words
I was told at the beginning of 2017 it would be the year to dispel illusions. Well, it is 2018 and I am still dispelling. Maybe it will never end. After all life is an illusion that our egos have created to feel safe and important. As I get older
The Tiger still wanders…… Why cant you sense me? Why do you hide in the shadows? I fear I will never meet you. I am loosing fate that my heart can be soothed. I am becoming hardened. Time passes and you are not here, I am sad, I
So I have been doing some serious thinking about how to post this next bit of information and what exactly this information means to me. As you may remember from past posts I have been visiting the Metro transfer station to glean for an exhibition in August at Disjecta. This