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Tell us your story in 100 words without mentioning your job:
Mist has drifted over my careers; they are echoes, not anchors. I live in my wisdom season, a creative and a bit neurodiverse. I chase whatever glimmers and turn it into art: ardent acrylic, shiny encaustic, glowing haiku, and radiant resin. I follow shimmer, not schedules. Thank God I wasn’t born a trout. Community is my canvas, where stories speak and connection turns into colour. That’s the joy of wisdom. You’re allowed to smile and not give a F*ck.
Herbert Pryke
