I am uncomfortable with that. But she fights. And so. So will I.

We do not have to be dysregulated to practice self regulation art … in actual fact …

Crossing the lines and joining the dots. When life is a tango in the wind Moments of technicolor bravery Captured quickly

Turmoil: For me it feels like waves. Powerful, pounding, engulfing waves.

Often growth feels like going in circles. But, if you look carefully, there’s a new dance emerging …

Dissociation. We have a definition but how does it feel? Well, today, it felt like this …

Did you hear about her? Hours passed. Days in fact. No laughing matter

so Covid stole our breath for a few days and we came out realising something … or someone … or something … had changed … or is it someone ..

If every pocket were a story and the winding hollows were the journey … this could almost be a theatrical stand in for … Wait for it … wait

Looking in on the life I won’t let live. So I fake something else

an experience of insecurity for us has been greater than any breath of fresh ocean air in the rain

It’s great we have the tools but it’s pretty not great when we NEED them. bLeH to dissociation! Can you relate?

What is lying at your feet? We noticed a broken piece of a gumnut. And then we played with the theme “seasons” … what can you create?

nature posing as art or is art posing as nature?

Human 3: so what do you call this one? have you named it yet? Human 2: Self Sabotage