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Sophia: Trapped

Sophia: Trapped

I am beautiful. I am free. I am wise. I am Sophia. How did I get here? How did I come to this? Why am I in these chains? Why am I locked in a dark cellar surrounded by things that degrade and dehumanise me? Especially words. Words that are meant to shame, subdue and...

Letter: I am Still Me and You are Still You

I completed a painting this week. I have normally done very moody, atmospheric and even melancholic. But I got to the point where I was feeling trapped and stuck. I’ve never been able to do abstract because it seemed against my nature. I had to apply thought to...