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If all your hopes were condensed into one single symbol, what would it be? An object, a sound, a touch or a smell? You bring that thing to mind, in times when you need it, and it gives you peace. You recognise it, saying “it’s going to be ok”. My mother’s hands are that to…

If you had to think of a posture, that would visualise this time in your life, what would it be? Not the smile you put on when people come through the door. Or the sit-straight-shoulders-back-attitude at work. But the way your soul sits, while you move through life in all these different forms. What would…

Listening. It’s a skill. I can feel the thunder of rhetoric pushing against the back of my skull. And my hands itching to move dramatically in conjunction with words. I turn them, palms facing up, an unusual pose that might distract them. Shhh, stop it, don’t talk!  Listen. In 2023 I created a body of…

I wondered if hope was always happiness. If it was always looking up and beyond, towards the better things to come. And when those better things come, does hope end there? Does it vanish into air or does it save itself for messier times? When times are dark, does hope shine brighter? Or does it…

A thing of hope, that was the idea. It came mostly from her, Janneke. I think I may have stared at her a little obvious, while she talked. How does one start something, from hope? I have to admit that I never considered it before. Starting from anger, fear, resentment, shame, no problem. You might…