Only When I Stop
It’s been three months now. Every Tuesday, between 6pm and 7.30pm, the world stops speeding. Even time seems to hold its breath. My Chinese painting teacher is not tall. His studio space is large. But the whole space is filled…
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If only I could write
I’m sitting in front of Deborah, my psychologist. To steer the conversation away from the heavy stuff, I tell her about my Creative Writing course. “Oh wow, that’s great Sophie, you sound happy about it?” she responds. “Yeah, no—it’s great. I love…
From the source
What water are you right now, she asks?It is our prompt — to begin our reflection, our journey toward understanding our creative self. Where we are on that journey. It takes me a few minutes. I need to feel the water.And…
The Box
I’m filling out an application for funding. The questions are straightforward enough. Maybe too straight forward. They pull me somewhere else. A tendency of mine. I redo the world before answering what would seem rather simple questions. So here I am.…