Freedom

Today, after handing in my essay, I got a rush of freedom. I think freedom is one of the best feelings in the entire world. Freedom alludes to independence, "no worries", and often, happiness. Sure, there's feelings of love and lust and excitement but really, if you're not free to do what you want to do then there's none of that.

Now that I don't have to worry about my essay, I can solely focus on Studio work, on writing, on faffing around listening to music, on going out, on staying in, on going to Savers, on the things that I want to do. In a contemporary, western society - that is freedom. The freedom to spend your time in the way you want to. Ultimately everyone would strive for this or claim to have it already. I don't think anyone I know, including myself, has freedom in its entirety - which is sort of okay - perhaps it's impossible to truly be free when in amongst all these things I can do like paint and talk and dance I still have to get to work at 8.30 on the weekends.

Freedom is slippery and subjective so when it comes in an ever so small dose after you finish an essay or clock off your shift at your part time job - embrace it and really do with it what you will, so to speak. The above works are the result of freedom this afternoon.