YouTube: The Artistic Act as Faith


A video where I discuss how the creative act, namely writing, has become my faith. There are also readings of two pieces from the second volume of Damned Lovers, Dysmorphia and Not Lovers. I fuckup throughout this video, so it’s good for a laugh if nothing else.

A Journal for Damned Lovers on

A Journal for Damned Lovers on

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  1. Both my Father-in-law and myself like your Writing I have enjoyed watching your videos. Best of Luck with your second book your blog and any books that follow. ❀☺πŸ₯‚

  2. I am so glad you spoke about depression and although I could write so much in reply to this video, and the depression thing especially, it’s 1:20am and…well, I wouldn’t know where to stop. I get you though, I think you know I do. There are so many things you say that I’ve said or thought. Even as the light was illuminating your face in the video, I had the word ‘celestial’ in my head – and then you used it when you were reading “Not Lovers”. Made me laugh at the coincidence, and there’s a few of them. I’m not religious, but then I call the creative process my saviour, as if it were a God? I have faith in it. I trust it to get me through anything bad that happens. Art, photography, writing, music and my kids. Altogether and separately, they saved me in the end.

    And in the Beginning…there was Prozac. It worked for me. X

    • Thank you for such a lovely comment. It’s made my day! I apologise for the late reply, just been so bogged down with stuff today.

      I’m so pleased you related to it, and that you enjoyed and took something from what I had to say. To have faith, like you say, is indeed like having some form of saviour. Without it, I dread to think what would’ve become of my life. It’s a beauty I wish more would embrace, but all we can do is spread the word the best we can and hope others see the light like we have. That’s what we have to do, each and every day x

      • I’m like a preacher. A Holy Joe that sits outside the derelict BHS with my bible and a loud speaker, except I carry a notebook and a biro. I can sense my fellow depressives and preach the power of writing to them!

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