As he said...something worth writing about There’s always something worth writing about. Whatever you write, it must have been worth writing otherwise why would you bother? Is it only worth writing if there is a reader available? A reader that wants to read it? Or just any old reader. If it was just a reader, that reader might say it wasn’t worth reading, and then does that just go back to the fact, that maybe it wasn’t worth writing about. So what do you think?

We all take on a role. Each day we dress for our audience. Like actors preparing to approach that spot-lit stage to recite a speech...a sonnet. Like prostitutes that dress themselves up, in order to get the ultimate dressing down. Like politicians that speak what we want to hear, yet know they will never be able to deliver. Like artists that say it is all for love, yet they are desperately in need of the money.

Throughout my life as an art student, I have struggled with finding an appropriate medium that manages to convey my observations and experiences of the world; that can sufficiently interact with the audience to form emotional connections.