Over the years I’ve been all sorts of everything from a two-bit crystal salesman to professional Alice in Wonderland, I’ve tread the boards, fought in the ring and spent far too much time covered in sawdust and paint…
...but there have always been the stories, be they tattered books on the mysteries of here or there or hand-scribbled notes on how to listen to the ocean just so (according to the old man down the road) or the odd hand-carved creature that I made who just begged for a back story, there’s a compulsion to collect, create and share.
I could see someone about it, but performance is cheaper than therapy.
In terms of qualifications I finished year 12, snuck in to my friends art course a few times, am a 1st Degree black belt and a Toastmaster in good standing.
My bookcase is a public hazard made up of stacked shelving units and bits of wood bowed by the weight of my collection…I like to think it’s artistic, but I still won’t let people sit underneath it, just in case.