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I sometimes feel afraid about producing craft work. A lot of work I did growing up - comic books, portrait sketches, music, plastic models, photographs - weren’t treated preciously. I learnt to treat life not preciously, which went down well in the school of hard knocks but I’ve lost the ability to wonder and get lost in my work. In a way, I locked myself into digital work because of its temporal and dynamic nature. But there’s something to be said about locking a piece of human expression in time - like a museum piece, a photograph in a frame on a wall, a hand-made dining table. But I’m still afraid of going back - to craft work - because I’m afraid the work will get forgotten - a little piece of me, lost and gone forever.
