it became 

her stage 

her museum 

her book 

her atelier 

Once she released the pressure off herself having to produce a certain way, it started to flow. 

Sure, she wasn’t earning anything from that work. 

But that’s the thing about art* most of the time, isn’t it? 

And quite frankly, she didn’t care, cause that wasn’t the point. 

DAMNRIGHT POINTLESSNESS. 

(that expression again, oh dear Julia..)

*whatever that means, this is why I call it #writeWHATEVERpractice