I should explain… after completing my degree and placing the posh paper proof in the bottom of a dark dusty draw in a dark dusty room in which no one ever goes into, I inevitably became an infinitesimal cog for one of the monstrous machines of UK supermarkets… great, I thought, 3 nights of work the rest of the week for art. 3 nights a week for 6 months was soul destroying, I had to escape.
Escape I did, to here:
My Monday-Friday… pic.twitter.com/rtbvrB4InB
— Stacey Kath (@Stacey_Kath) May 30, 2013
Horticultural Research Agronomist I am. Basically, in a nut shell, I now grow Strawberries. It’s not your typical job and do not get me wrong, I enjoy every moment of it…
But…
Is there not always that “But…”…
There’s that feeling:
Trapped living in a “template” of the “real world”. For it is not quite&I do enjoy it, only it hinders the world I wish the freedom to have.
— Stacey Kath (@Stacey_Kath) May 30, 2013
I’ve grown terribly lost with my work over the years. I know who I am, it is the feeling of who I am that I have lost.
The search begins with that which my life is now.
I am a Strawberry.
