In the countryside of Derbyshire, England, Georgia Dymock grew up in her family home, with her brother and her parents. It was, and still is, a creative place full of odd objects and antique finds with bits and bobs that interested her parents. There was plenty to be inspired by. For her, today, home is always a soothing place to return to, and she gets pumped full of creative energy when she is there. In this unique space, she was raised without the Internet, which is quite an accomplishment for her parents in this epoch. I've been contemplating this since speaking to her about how disentangling that could be.
As William Irwin Thompson once wrote, "We are like flies crawling across the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel: We cannot see what angels and gods lie underneath the threshold of our perceptions. We do not live in reality; we live in our paradigms, our habituated perceptions, our illusions: the illusions we share through culture we call reality, but the true historical reality of our condition is invisible to us." She was not an active participant online in her paradigm. With that mindset, she developed her metier in a more undisturbed, hushed space.
