I’ve been spending more time in the studio lately, and I’ve moved my work over to Substack. It’s a quieter space for creatives, where I’ll be sharing new art and writing from Secrets, Lies and Liberation.
This one emerged from thinking about what we learn not to feel.
The grey wash of composure often hides what we aren’t permitted to feel, an almost invisible, acceptable surface.
But the lines don’t lie; they carry the history we try to obscure. The truth lives in the friction that breaks through.
Perhaps there’s something here that feels familiar?
Until next time.
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