Paint like no-one sees
31.12.25 I ’m not sure when, but something changed in me; I came to fundamentally believe that no-one wanted to hear my story, no-one would be interested in my perspective, my thoughts, my words, my music, my pictures. So I stopped. I stopped writing. I stopped singing, I made pictures with no explanation. I almost stopped thinking. Who wants to listen to another middle aged woman from comfortable southern England in 2025? Comfortable job, comfortable relationship, comfortable house and comfortable shoes. What is left of the person I used to be? A few unsettling left-wing posts on social media from my sofa? Calling out a few racists after a glass of red wine? What riled me today? Israel thinking it can choose which AID agencies operate in Gaza. Another way of blocking help to suffering Palestinians. I’m just a ‘Prole,’ what would I truly understand about the situation? What are lies and what are truths? Am I being manipulated into thinking? Am I being manipulated into thin...