What makes you feel alive? I mean, what makes you experience joy, makes you aware of every last drop of blood coursing through your veins, makes your heart jump (in a good way) , gives you energy, makes you feel invincible….I don’t know whether its a sides effect of PD but I get these tangible…
So, here I am, alive with the realisation that I am here. That it’s OK to say “I like it like this please” or I want to do this” but also anticipating push back when I do. I worry about that. So, let’s think about that for a while. I worry that I will be…
This poem is about how things can twist and change so easily and wondering what would happen if we could ‘backdate’ an encounter Sometimes when I am sitting Drinking coffee Dreaming of you I imagine what it would be like If we could turn back the clocks To when we were not pitted and scarred…
I have a confession to make, I have another love in my life. I have been working on another venture and this weekend it took flight. I am now the founder of an arts space here in Stitchopolis. Can you believe it?? Check it out here. Hope you like!
Anthropology 2: art student
I lost my jacket, heels and case i left them way behind. I cut my hair and changed my spex, become another kind. I left the ranks of the well paid I missed the Budget speech, I said goodbye to 9 to 5… It all is out of reach. ‘These days I google concept art i…