On Holding the Flux
Having missed the welcome sunny spell of early April, my body was bamboozled by the cold. As I walked through the well-loved but all-too-familiar postcode of BS5, waving to the boozehounds skinning up outside the bookies, smiling at the DnB blaring from a hatchback, I felt the sensory markers of Ghana recede like a dream into the morning, growing steadily harder to distinguish beneath an overcoat of Same Old.
On the Company of Creatures
What the hell is it like to be a moth-eating frog? Or to grow a mango from your boughs? Or to spin a web from your body? Or be the thing that’s spun? Considering all the different sensory experiences happening in tandem is as humbling as it is incomprehensible, and also reassuring: attention renders loneliness an illusion ― everything belongs.
On Art as Natural Law
In the same way a single mushroom is fruit of a subterranean network, infinitely complex mycelium mapping the soil for information and food, so, too, it seems to me, do works of art spring forth from a similar source. An endlessly complex, unknowable network fueling each singular ‘fruit’ with the ’food’ of inspiration ― creative energy.