psychology

A Hole at the Core

I re-encounter the incised apple indirectly, in the mirror-image. Glancing across rows of burnished half-pint beer glasses, their reflections bounced back and forth on opposing glass surfaces, it is on…

Hestia Peppe, dyspraxia 1

A Dys-Praxic Sketchbook

I used to think that the only skill I had was drawing. It was only much later that I realised that it was simply the only skill that I had…