Goodnight Tuesday
My blogs
| Introduction | I love to eat meat, but I feel a little guilty when I think about the animal. Yesterday I started to feel sad for my furniture; imagining it alive and growing towards the sky, tall and green. That used to be me, in another life, another world before the fall of man. Now I am nothing more than a piece of driftwood; worn and weathered, cracked and dry. After all my falls and tumbles and moments alone floating in the ocean gazing skywards, trying to remember what it was like to be rooted. After all that nothing is much clearer, my DNA a complex string of questions. Maybe my writing will answer some of them, maybe it won’t. For me it’s no longer about finding answers; it’s about reaching for that remnant of green life that might just still exist in a calloused lump of driftwood. I come to you as I am: I hope you can bear the splinters... (All artwork I've shown is my own) |
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