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She likened me to a fool, not once but twice. And maybe I was. I had more debt than I had money, I shut up more than I spoke out and I was easily distracted and lazy by nature.

I remember staring at her, my critic, trying to feel shame, anger or maybe guilt but none came. Instead, I felt my fool smile to itself. It had no regrets because it was a creature of no apology. So I mentally digested her words and shrugged, grateful that my fool was the reason why I was an artist and why over the years I had developed a very thick skin.

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I really love this piece. I think it’s good. But my muse hates it because she’s in it.
Should I apologise? Nah…I’m too old and selfish to care what anyone else thinks. I mean who has time for that! And anyway it’s too late to change it now cos the glue is already dry.

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It was a place where an ancient tree grew surrounded by the offerings from those in search of a cure for their woes and protection from their foes.

I drove a single toxic copper coin into its bark, a ritual to ask the universe to absorb all of my disease and to provide a solution to the what ifs and why nots of my existence.
I’m still waiting.

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As a child I spent many hours exploring the nooks and crannies of theatres, art centres and sports centres. I often used the ruse of needing the toilet or water in order to lose the accompanying adult or older child.
This work captures those moments, where the freedom of finding the unexpected and unusual around the next corner or through the next door is not questioned, and accepted as normal by the child.
When I look back at these experiences as the adult me, I realise I saw many things that were not what they seemed.

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