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the forst stages of my Earthwork- transforming...
I plan to cover the whole tree in leaves..

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From uni project- challenging my own personal perception of the materiality of the body- in concept ot 'identity' self consumption, the portrayal of words, awareness of language, connecting self with books full of words and meaings, the fragments of inter-changable spaces within time- growth, awareness of self, a chaos of confusion so to speek and at times peace, reflection---Identity'....

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yes yes...I can say the obsession/ dramatic need of writing most of my life has been my only way other than creating art of expressing myself, my feelings, emotions, thoughts etc, and in doing this, it not only leads to sometimes a clearer picture, or a re-evaluation, or a vision of awareness within myself but often leads to a sense of lonliness, an outward non social dis-connection, left to feel somewhat vunerable to the outer world, though stronge and intouch with my own desires, pain, fear, neglect, compassion, love, etc ect, ahhh, its a bit hard to explain but its like a voice, YES A VOICE...and that voice wants to shout out so many things to be heard, to have and feel the freedom of being oneself, but this can lead to confusion within ones mind, left alone to ponder, to wonder, to be in ones own world, sometimes as much a s we try
and work it out, it never ends, its life, its reflecting, its learning its feeling and recognizing the signs that may seem vivid, straightfoward, stonge, or even hazy, puzzled, right or wrong- the power that runs off the pages, runs from ones mind into a total chaos, but theres also a sense of peace- individuality, self recognition which leads to picking up the pieces, re-aranging them,reflecting on them, growing and balancing a control mechanism, surrounding ourselves with something that calms us through life- the mind like words can be so powerful, sometimes the need to forget, shut them out, eraze, close, seems like the easiest option, lifes like a book, may be just ink on a page, but their stories, that sometimes inprint in ones mind, have an impact-
not only skin deep....