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Image by Thomas Lamb.

Trees talk to each other at night.
All fish are named either Lorna or Jack.
Before your eyeballs fall out from watching too much TV, they get very loose.
Tiny bears live in drain pipes.
If you are very very quiet you can hear the clouds rub against the sky.
The moon and the sun had a fight a long time ago.
Everyone knows at least one secret language.
When nobody is looking, I can fly.
We are all held together by invisible threads.
Books get lonely too.
Sadness can be eaten.
I will always be there.

– Raul Gutierrez, Lies I’ve Told My 3 Year Old Recently
Posted on April 29, 2011 by Tea Drinker.


English literature was one of my majors, and everyone in my personal life knows what a battle that has been for me. Not so much because of the course work but because of the department. I enrolled for a proper English studies degree. But at the end of my second year I felt I had worked too hard at and enjoyed my other subjects (Visual Communication and Philosophy) too much to drop them with only a year to go. The English department did not agree with this and would not let me register for those subjects! The course coördinator believed that english students should focus only on the set work in their final year. How boring!

I ended up having to change my degree to BA own choice (doesn’t that sound nice) in my final year just to be able to finish all my subjects. That’s why I have three majors 🙂 and although it took me four years instead of three I’m really proud of myself for seeing it through. What I learned in Philosophy alone that year has proven invaluable! A good friend of mine once said that it’s good karma to finish what you started.

Since that day the department and I have not see eye to eye – we took every opportunity to prove the other wrong. It got so bad there was a time that I refused to go to class, set on proving that I could do it all on my own. I conceded that point quick enough though…

Last year, November, I wrote my final english final and I was stressed, I could not fail! It would have been a personal failure as well as an academic one. As I sat waiting for the exam to begin I envisioned obscure extracts and pages of dense poetry…but instead I saw question 1 was this poem by Emily Dickinson:

445 (613)

They shut me up in Prose-
As when a little Girl
They put me in the Closet-
Because they like me “still”-

Still! Could themselves have peeped-
And seen my Brain – go round-
They might as wise have lodged a Bird
For Treason – in the Pound-

Himself has but to will
And easy as a Star
Look down upon Captivity-
And laugh – No more have I-

How appropriate! Needless to say I passed.


“The true philosopher is the poet who through a “projective saying” allows new aspects of Being to reveal themselves: the essence of art is poetry.”
– Heidegger


I read a fellow blogger’s article,Ten Reasons Why Rejection Won’t Kill You, and it meant a lot to me personally. I am very critical of my own work, so it only adds fuel to my own insecurities if someone simply frowns at a picture of mine.

I don’t think it’s wise to be dependent on anyone else’s approval, but it sure is motivational when someone LOVES your work. I feel great disappointment in my own ideas if other people disapprove of them. Of course I know it’s silly to feel that way, but it’s a sneaky and tricky emotion to control.

The blog article I’m sharing explains so well that your identity and your work are separate, whether you write, design or sculpt. And when you do have to face rejection it is not the end of the world, it’s not even the end of your career and more importantly it’s not an account of your actual personal worth.

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