Here is a simple blog collecting images I've made of soft toys. A soft toybox, u could say, of sorts. Soft toys are strewn across the burning Earth; a BBC documentary on black gold recently* began by presenting a selection of such specimens declared 'Made of Oil'. Yes, they are (or might be). But, what do we attach to these imperfect objects? What beauty is bound up in their sad stitches? What affection must we save in the fight against global catastrophe? Beloved soft ghosts gather to vigil and dream. Praise be to my inspirations, Jane Hissey and Old Bear (www.janehissey.co.uk). Plz send photographs of soft-toy-models should they wish to sit for this sweet A3 assembly. Thank you, Good Luck. Gratitude to fairs.

Diary

When I was younger I kept a rigorous diary in tiny tiny writing detailing many things and for various reasons I burned almost all of them c. 2 years ago and it felt extremely good to.

The diary, however, is a form I greatly admire and feel a renewed desire towards. Though I feel the diary is dangerous and to be treated with great caution. A diary addiction might not be your friend. I will abstain, mostly, for now, possibly. 

Who else keeps diaries?

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