I used to think love arrivedalready named. That someone would hand it to me like a language.One others had learned in childhood while I was absent. I thought love was duty. Not warmth.Not always kindness. Just…remaining. I mistook proximityfor affection. Silencefor safety. Obligationfor care. Then, I thought love was fireworks. It was warm fuzzy and…
Between Visibility And Process There Is Movement.
This year, I’ve been quietly working in the background on the pieces I shot and began developing toward the end of last year. From that body of work, a number of new pieces have emerged across different forms including visual art, immersive work and mixed media. So far this year, I’ve submitted work to two…
Life Lessons: Five Years On
Revisiting an old post Life Lessons, reflecting on 5 years of growth and shift whilst exploring the motivation and story behind my new art project
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