Something to do with obeisance, just me and a snail, bending over backwards under a changing sun and moon.

Found some zines from the first time my mum had cancer and I was pretty upset. 

Also boxes and boxes of paper, scraps of drawings and words and photos, what shall I do with it all? 

I guess you have to be more careful as you get older because it is all so much more consequential - time is running out to repair your damage.

Hello

Looking back through my old sketchbook, untouched since 2021, I had a lot of ideas which are beginning to wake up again.

What is different now, is I no longer have social media. No one to show off to, but also no one to share with. What will this result in? Making art like no one is looking.