Psukhe

I want to tell you a story – one I'm just beginning to understand. It starts with a boy. He lives a fortunate life. He has all that he needs. Just like all the other boys, he has great friends and a family that cares - but there's something strange, something he can't quite pick. He isn't free. One day, the boy disappears. He leaves. Late at night, and with nothing more than a whim and a wallet, the boy begins a new life. His family cries for him, and his friends wonder at the boy they knew. He left a letter to each of them.  They know he's out there in the city, they just don't know where. These people are beginning to realise how mu

I - unfortunately - am not much of an artist. For that matter, I haven't engaged an audience into the manner of art. All I've done is press a few buttons in the right places and obtained some flair in photoshop along the way. Well, I'm in my last year of high school, and it's time for a change. I have the option of pursuing photography, indeed it is the option I have been following all this time. However, I want to really start something this year. Make something happen, something that needs more involvement than a kilo of metal and a roll of 35 mil. I want people to become my artwork The plan. I am going to go round town with a roll of d

Once there was an malcontented man, whom would say every morning as he passed the lake, "My only happiness is a cup of tea, a biscuit and a Leunig cartoon." His friends cried, "But there is so much else in life to be happy for!" The malcontented man shook his head, but secretly hoped they were right. This hope reminded him of the ducks in each Leunig cartoon, and so our malcontented man visited the lake - This time hoping for ducks. However, when he found one, the duck bit at his ankles and he was soon ducking his hopes! In shock his foot struck the creature. There it lay, and made no cry. The malcontented man realised his ankle