But still a long way to go. I have just finished my second year of my MA degree (I am doing it part-time) and I am thinking about the future. I went to a PHD info lecture and realised I wouldn't be able to afford to do a PHD for at least another couple of … Continue reading Half Way Through…
The beginning of 2016 has not been good in many ways, it seemed for at least January that how I ended 2015 was going to continue for a long while. My maternal nan died on the 18th of January, four days after the anniversary of my paternal grandfathers death. I was not close … Continue reading Winter 2016 (Part 1)
Two- thousand-and-fifteen was a year where I learned a lot about myself. I learned who I want to be and it is not a carbon copy of someone else; low self confidence and social anxiety for nearly all my life lead to the belief that I could never be valued for my self, so … Continue reading 2015 Review
I have just started a YouTube channel where I plan to talk about my art, writing, poetry, being a Hellenic polytheist, being a vegan, fashion, tattoos and piercings; basically everything I am interested in. There is only one video up on there now about my art practice but I plan to upload a video every week … Continue reading YouTube Channel
Listen to the interview videos and write up articles. Look up beginners yoga. Write up about exhibition in sketchbook. Move my bedroom furniture around to create a reading space.
Due to being a woman who is glaringly obviously into piercings and tattoos, family members have felt the need to comment about what I have done to my body. Lucky for me my main parent* is really supportive about me finding my own identity and calmly said to me when I came home with a … Continue reading
There's madness in my head and heart, These characters shouting to be heard, I do what they say, And write their tales, But another ten thousand spring up in their place. It’s hard to concentrate on the now, When your soul is somewhere far away, In a land far better than this, Where everything … Continue reading Woe of a Writer