No money...the romantic notion of the starving artist is just that. The reality aint a lot of fun. There is work I could do and yet some incredibly stubborn part of me is still holding out beleiving, hoping that my true work will emerge some how. I need nothing less then a miracle.
I am holding onto the idea that everthing is perfect and that I am here to learn a really important lesson and that when I have learnt it new things will flow from there.
This used to be the home of the Mysterius Doctor Mercurius...and still has reflections on Alchemical Carnivale. But it evolved as the Shed and I fell in love and begun to work on each other. Its still evolving and may contain some of this stuff: The Reenchantment of Public Spaces, Archeytpal astrology and psychology, crazed Uranian thinking, Australia, arts, creative process, Holotropic Breathwork, Jung, therapy, shape-shifting, birds and bugs and dreams and visions and more.
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