The Private and The Public

Which is which?

Have you ever peeled off your clothes after being drenched? Doesn’t it feel good to go from wet to dry? From cold to warm? Don’t you feel alive when you settle and start feeling deliciously sleepy, certain you will be OK and you are safe? You can probably walk around in your underpants for a bit, alone, in your living room. No mirrors, no voices, no inner dialogue, just you recovering from the outside.

The outside being the cacophony of the city, the people, the traffic and the madness of our online lives: news, advertising, disinformation, misinformation, culture wars, oncoming apocalypse etc.

This is how I feel early in January. Instead of planning a comeback and hit the ground running, I’m lucky to be away on the tip of the province where there is hardly anyone around because it’s a seasonal place. I have a huge studio for myself, but I onl…