by Will Cottrell | Jan 11, 2026 | Writing
My mother groaned! My father wept.Into the dangerous world I leapt:Helpless, naked, piping loud;Like a fiend hid in a cloud. Struggling in my fathers hands:Striving against my swaddling bands:Bound and weary I thought bestTo sulk upon my mothers breast. (William...
by Will Cottrell | Aug 21, 2025 | Writing
The Karma Map Dome – Building with Bamboo at Tribal Earth The Karma Map dome quickly became a focal point at Tribal Earth Festival — children played inside, friends gathered beneath its arcs, and at one point a musician even staged an impromptu gig within its walls....
by Will Cottrell | May 27, 2025 | Writing
By Will Cottrell Fruito lunged and plunged. Sweat glistened on his quaking buttocks. He thrust and shoved; he dominated and towered: I’m the god, he told himself, impressed by the bamboo bed’s heavy shaking. I’m the god, it’s me… I...
by Will Cottrell | Nov 9, 2022 | Writing
“The Unconscious” – A piece I did recently to evoking the many archetypes, fears, and voices we carry within. Layered digital collage of ritual masks. Recently I visited London’s Tate Modern . The place is a shrine, full of people looking at paintings, mostly of...
by Will Cottrell | Nov 8, 2022 | Writing
In 2025 I began a course, Art and Individuation, held online by the Centre for Applied Jungian Studies in South Africa. This was an in-depth look at the psychology of art from a Jungian perspective. Jung maintained that if we can artistically represent our emotional...
