
The Thief of Joy
How do we keep our eyes from sliding sideways - surveilling the journey of those alongside us? I think the answer is in nurturing the useful obsessions we’re prey to. When I’m merrily making my own thing happen, I’m so much less aware of or concerned by what everyone else is doing. I guess my answer to the social media-fueled battery of comparison, is to find my own happy - not someone else’s.

Imperfect
I won’t lie. I was quite scared about colouring this print. I hadn’t done something like this in more years than I care to admit, and the cost of the print was still basically a hundred dollars. I’m not printing it again just because I messed it up, so there’s a bit riding on the steadiness of my hand, and the choices I make for colour. When I was the first few strokes of pastel in, the sweat was beading on my nose, and I had to have a moment to collect myself.