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What started your descent into love with yourself?
Blog, UncategorizedIn my 30’s it began.
I romanced myself in the gothic bathroom of the old semi in Balmain. Jasmin grew from outside in the cracks of the rotting window sill and hung long down into my bath-tub. I lit candles. The floor was concrete, the room…
Art in motion
Art, Blog“Women walking are like art in motion,” said my friend Scottie last night and I really got it, as I watched his head turn to follow the trajectory of several women while we were having dinner.
I saw him sit in open admiration and make…