Spending more time than usual horizontal because of chronic pain flares. I’ve lived and created with chronic pain for a long time but it’s been an ongoing process to resist internalised capitalism whispering that I’m not doing ‘enough’ no matter how much I’m doing or making. Reminding myself again that my worth isn’t what I make, and feeling gratitude for the pleasure I find in and out of my work. Also appreciating that the pace of my slow-cook art practice nurtures emotional complexity in ways usually not compatible with prolific production – though this image is from my creatively catalytic and abundant residency on Boonwurrung country at Police Point Shire Park. Most of the ocean of photos created there I took myself using a remote shutter release or timer but this one was snapped by @wetnature on a visit [Image description: on a yellow sandy shore, my naked brown body lies upon an elephant-trunk-like white-grey log of nobbly driftwood. I hold a leaf of yellow kelp in my hand and a brown strap of kelp lies strategically across my chest. A similar smaller log mirrors the other in foreground and a wall of yellow sandstone rises behind me in background. I stare intently at the camera, black curly hair flowing from my head]
Spending more time than usual horizontal because of chronic pain flares. I’ve lived and created with chronic pain for a long time but it’s been an ongoing process to resist internalised capitalism whispering that I’m not doing ‘enough’ no matter how much I’m doing or making.
Reminding myself again that my worth isn’t what I make, and feeling gratitude for the pleasure I find in and out of my work.
Also appreciating that the pace of my slow-cook art practice nurtures emotional complexity in ways usually not compatible with prolific production – though this image is from my creatively catalytic and abundant residency on Boonwurrung country at Police Point Shire Park. Most of the ocean of photos created there I took myself using a remote shutter release or timer but this one was snapped by @wetnature on a visit. #SeaWitch #Merperson #BoonwurrungCountry [Image description: on a yellow sandy shore, my naked brown body lies upon an elephant-trunk-like white-grey log of nobbly driftwood. I hold a leaf of yellow kelp in my hand and a brown strap of kelp lies strategically across my chest. A similar smaller log mirrors the other in foreground and a wall of yellow sandstone rises behind me in background. I stare intently at the camera, black curly hair flowing from my head]
![Spending more time than usual horizontal because of chronic pain flares. I’ve lived and created with chronic pain for a long time but it’s been an ongoing process to resist internalised capitalism whispering that I’m not doing ‘enough’ no matter how much I’m doing or making.
Reminding myself again that my worth isn’t what I make, and feeling gratitude for the pleasure I find in and out of my work.
Also appreciating that the pace of my slow-cook art practice nurtures emotional complexity in ways usually not compatible with prolific production – though this image is from my creatively catalytic and abundant residency on Boonwurrung country at Police Point Shire Park. Most of the ocean of photos created there I took myself using a remote shutter release or timer but this one was snapped by @wetnature on a visit [Image description: on a yellow sandy shore, my naked brown body lies upon an elephant-trunk-like white-grey log of nobbly driftwood. I hold a leaf of yellow kelp in my hand and a brown strap of kelp lies strategically across my chest. A similar smaller log mirrors the other in foreground and a wall of yellow sandstone rises behind me in background. I stare intently at the camera, black curly hair flowing from my head]](https://i0.wp.com/textaqueen.com/wp-content/uploads/spending-more-time-than-usual.jpg?resize=640%2C426)
Point Nepean National Park