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In my head, 22052026

A few people have suggested to my lately that I could go back, if I needed to, to doing the work I used to do. I’ve told them I can’t. That it’s not possible for me. That all the work I’ve done has been because I felt it, I meant it. And if my work has any merit at all, it’s because of that authentic feeling. Real talk, I’ve tried. It’s been tough to go down a new road in my art practice. I’m even calling it a practice. I’m not sure where this road it taking me but that’s the point. I’ve tried to do work like I used to do. Words and phrases that I made because I felt something, direct phrased that say how I’m feeling. But that doesn’t resonate with me anymore, so artwork isn’t landing. Have you ever learnt something that you can’t un-know? It’s like that for me. I can’t go back.