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learning to take up space beautifully
hi
I'm Lisa
artist, writer and wanderer of the beautifully unconventional.
I’ve always noticed beauty everywhere, even where others might not take a second glance. I also see life’s harshness and have learned not to look away when things get tough.
Every day, I remain conscious of the praxis cycle, emphasising the need for sustainable, human centred solutions to the world’s injustices. Talking about these issues, calling out the bullshit, and taking action are non negotiable for me.
I sat with my anger long enough until she told me her real name was grief.
C.S Lewis
So, welcome to my ever-evolving story.
I can’t wait to get to know your story too. And if there is an opportunity, I’d be so honoured to play a small part in helping you tell it more boldly.
notice everything and see beauty
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