Of course I’ve enjoyed many a fire before. I grew up right on a beach in rural redneck Nova Scotia where nightly summer bonfires were as inevitable as the attending drunks who would stumble into our yard to pee. But this wasn’t just any standard burning of rotten wood and Bud Light cartons, I was burning my creative demons. Continue reading The Restorative Power of Burning Things
Sooo… it’s been a weee little while *cough* 4 months…since I’ve posted here- in this magical place I created in February 2019 where I can express anything and everything. Read: rants about horrible ex-boyfriends, and all my annoyingly preachy “advice” on how to live your best life- which I generally break within the week, because I’m HUMAN. I started off strong, posting two epic over-shares … Continue reading Does an Artist have to Art?