What’s the point of art? What is its function? What’s the difference between art, and a picture (hint, there is one. A Big One).

I feel as if I'm unravelling My thread of life, falling away from that thick, warm, safe, soft ball of wool. All I thought I knew and was certain of, all that I built my foundations upon, falling off my lap, onto the floor, rolling away from me. The life I thought I knew the life I had the life I was living is all there, contained within that bundle of wool. The routines, the early morning calls, the responsibilities and the self assurances of the man I thought I was Coming a

Transcription from https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A02Ucd6monY One of the most surprising but powerful explanations for why we may, as adults, be in trouble mentally, is that we were in our earliest years, denied the opportunity to be fully ourselves, that is, we were not allowed to be willful and difficult. We could not be as demanding, aggressive, intolerant and unrestrictedly selfish as we needed to be. Because our caregivers were preoccupied or fragile, we had to be pre