November 2009
3 posts
the imperfection of human beings
“It was very hard to swim across a river not to get my clothes wet. and
got smell and dirt on it.” - my dad
A window has opened. Some line has been cast out into the past and into the future. I don’t know where it’ll lead if I tug and follow it.
My dad used to tell me long stories when I was a kid. It was just me and him. We had a market stall in Wollongong....
The long line
There is freedom in creative play. But I’m realising being playful can sometimes be difficult. I’m exploring these new tangents. Entering uncharted waters. Cautiously dipping the toe in…
What starts to kill off play is when I start being critical of what I’m doing. Where is this going? Is this absurd? No one will understand. I’m wasting materials. No one will...
“The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances:...”
– carl jung