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On Self-Determination

Being in command of your own destiny is a funny thing. Too little and you have no freedom or liberty. Too much and you harm yourself and the community around you. There is a delicate balance to be struck between … Continue reading

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Confelicity

There is a very beautiful word that isn’t much used, in the English language. The word is confelicity. If you’re like me, you wouldn’t have encountered it much either. It’s so rare that my spelling checker is complaining about it, … Continue reading

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The Sanctity of Making

I realise, now, that my relationship to making things, whether that be products, art, something useful for the home, or even a piece of writing, is peculiar. I grew up in an environment where the act of making things was … Continue reading

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Out, Standing in the Field

I, like many people, have struggled to maintain hope, in recent times. There are many reasons to feel a loss of hope, as there are things going on in the world that seem to have only one possible end-point. It … Continue reading

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Where I Get Stuck

Every artist, it seems, struggles with something. For some, it’s fear of the blank canvas. For others, it’s the marketing. If it’s not one thing, it’s another. Struggle is part of the deal, when you’re an artist. The problem with … Continue reading

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Untold Stories

It pains me to write this post and I’m not exactly sure why. I think it’s mainly because I sense a yawning vacuum, but don’t have a robust proposal to fill it – just some vague, sketchy pointers to a … Continue reading

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Moving the Overton Window

We all look through it, but like glass, we don’t see it. We don’t even see the width of the frame or how it is centred, but it constrains what we see and how we see it just as surely … Continue reading

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