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I'm an inconsistent artist, hugely distracted by life. I create in a variety of media including words, pictures, food and laundry. I do it because I can't seem to not. Sometimes it's fun.

Blogging: An opening-up activity.

11 April 2012

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A picture of a clown-like figure, ladybird and teddy-bear.

Two friends wrote to me recently, after seeing my blog. Both are writers, sometimes stuck and not yet published. One wrote: "I've just kept the doors closed on so many things which I now find almost impossible to express … as if I always need to air my feelings and thoughts first to an objective person, to get their approval and permission to feel the way I do. …so difficult to get back into my writing … things I need to write about but feel far too inhibited."...

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Writing: pulling no punches.

6 May 2012

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The word 'write' seen through a backdrop of clouds

In his blog Rich Downes asked what is writing? Really. I said, for me right now writing is like punching a hole in the fog that surrounds me. And then I thought, it's like having a pillow fight without the pillow case. My head is in another place, on another wave. I'm studying web design (a slow process) and currently  learning to use Adobe Flash (see example), which is amazing, but it means the wordy part of my brain keeps dozing off. I'm sure it's a blip. For now, however, this is the...

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200 words of text and a picture. They go together.

8 August 2012

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Drawing of a jumble of everyday objects on a coffee table.

This is what days are like when the air is too hot for sleep and too dry to be tired. Tidying up is for other people, happy types with ordered lives, traditional values and smart goals; winners in the race against hopelessness. Life is unfinished. My hair gets brushed once a day if it’s lucky. Finding the brush is the least of my worries. The bedside cabinet drawer is falling apart. I have a tool box. What happened? Those sunshine dreams turned into nightmares (in the pouring rain) which...

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