The artist has made sanctuary upon their little Isle, found stable ground. Now they plant a garden. For it is there the work can flourish
My creative process currently feels like the frantic workings of a complicated watch mechanism.
I had a real moment of self doubt before I hit publish this week.
As has becoming the norm. I’ve spent most of the week working outside.
It’s been really nice working outside. No internet.
There are a few blue tits making a home in next doors apple tree too. I don’t mind at all – But I’m pretty sure they are going to mind the cat that likes to sunbathe in the same tree occasionally.
I’ve been busy with work this week. But I did get chance to finally sit down and read Vol 2# of 28 Mag in its entirety.
Had a pretty fun week with all the various birthdays and stuff that happened, but I got rained on and now have an unshakable cough and a mystery cold. It’s been really annoying.
I spent all day on Tuesday with a controversial voice/twitter/youtube personality which resulted in extremely ‘good’ conversation