If you asked me what I miss the most about working with children, I'd have to say it's the honesty. The clarity. To be told I look tired, "in the face and in the hair"; that they liked me better with my natural curls, or "before", with the "other colour"; "not saying you don't look … Continue reading On clarity
Never. Everyone just lives and lives, And we do things, we go places, we become our degrees, or our parents, or our past, or ourselves, we assemble shapes from the wet clay of youth that at first lays abundant beneath our feet, plenty to go round, and the possibilities, the forms it could take, endless, … Continue reading When will it be enough?