And here I was, in my process, all alone, years later, realising that the antidote to the fear was to meet it, to look it in the eye and ask what it wanted on my behalf. My fear was the voice of my inner child. She just wanted to feel safe. So, we sat by my inner bonfire with my inner wise elder, and I promised her that I would have her back, no ma... See more

if you sit long enough with the discomfort, you notice nothing is ever really still.

I even resisted sitting at a desk, so my studio mates rarely saw me, and most of my work was done in nature, underneath trees, by the water, and sometimes in cafés, galleries, and the botanical garden. And the rest was a vast, empty space that I didn’t know how to navigate any more than I knew how to start drawing from a blank piece of paper.

I was dead tired of “should-ing” myself into productivity and overriding my own creative impulse and rhythm.