One thing which has sat with me as long as I can remember, rightly or wrongly, is the appetite for a purpose, worth and place. Very few things make 100% sense to everyone, and there is a good number of us who despair at the enough-agreed-upon principles defining the moving parts of the modern world.

Discussion of alternatives is often condemned as fanciful, quixotic and even hypocritical rambling. Understandable, as everything threaded so deeply into a 40,000-year-old fabric recognised as progress is threaded just as deeply in naysayers like me, bloviating about climate change, habitat loss, ecological balance and more from underneath a roof, with food, water and warmth readily available (WHAT LUXURIES), sat on a comfy sofa and everything. Some progress is illusion, some is genuine, and it’s not always easy to tell which is which. It’s also not worth mourning the time lines we can’t substitute, but acceptance of the way things are is very difficult.

I’ve felt that resistance repeatedly over the course of time, to the point where many people I meet wouldn’t know what my convictions even are, I’ve learned to bury them so well and compliantly in the name of trouble-free conversation and actions. But I go grey in the face and a little unwell when I ruminate on the things I choose to read and then keep locked away in my odd little brain, and some actions are very small but easy individual bids to counter what feels like a collective, blind terror or, more unsettlingly still, a silent and therefore truly dangerous resignation.

The window has all but closed on my enthusiasm to enter juried competitions, however much esteem they might attract or claim, but a rare one stands firm for its purpose, worth and place.

Four years running as a Wildlife Artist of the Year finalist – always an honour. 💚

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