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This week I found myself reading something I'd written on the back of the Den. "If you keep experimenting you will get no actual painting finished."

At this point you may quite reasonably be thinking: "Yeah, yeah, yeah, Carol. The shoes. The giant Den. The tiny paint-covered menace. But... so what?" Fair question. The strange thing is that recognising all of this hasn't suddenly changed what I make. It's changed how I understand what I make. For months I'd been worrying that my work was heading off in lots of random different directions. Every time a new idea appeared I'd find myself thinking, "What the hell has

The evidence is mounting The other week I told you about the shoes. Which, for the record, are still utterly fabulous. Unfortunately, that wasn't the end of it. Once I'd noticed the pattern, I started seeing it everywhere. And by everywhere, I mean EVERYWHERE. The moment I finally realised quite how ridiculous this had become was when I was standing in front of the Den looking at the evolution of The Rooted Age and found myself thinking: "Oh, for the love of God...