It was spring and the sun was warm and the grass was green and the sea was peaceful.

I have applied to 5 universities: Blackburn Carlisle Lancaster London – Chelsea York – St John I have received 4 invitations to...

After the first experiment the other day – yesterday! – I decided to go larger and wider and louder. I have been listening to a...

After reading the first material, I wanted to try what it would feel doing what I have been having in my mind for a while. When everyone...

I am writing this post after my first two university interviews and two UAL Awarding Body Standardisation events. Basically, in one week...

I am writing this post now, on this Blue Monday, because the task of designing and creating a portfolio is finally finished. I only need...

This process of emptying, sorting, cleaning dusty areas of the heart, going through old photographs of the mind, feeling, acknowledging, ...

iI you are a fragile client, who is in need of support and compassion, and understanding: how fair is it that your therapist bares herself?

This is all about experimenting and the need for belonging, as realised at the end. Being at College and noticing all my colleagues who...

I liked the simplicity and congruence, from start to finish, of the whole exhibition: simple lines, mono-colour in its own various tones.

This is the original video recording of my pitch / presentation re. the FMP, as presented on Tue 5 NOV 2019. This following is a video...

The Artist Manifesto. Because this is who I am. I am not a painter, I am not a designer, I am not a sculptor. I am flowing. A flow-er.

Again, I felt the same vibe: independence, opportunities, possibilities, openness. Trust. She allowed me to trust her, again, and so I did.

Find your tribe and then thrive

Jamie, me, and the town: The Good, The Bad and the Ugly, Cowboys and Indians, establishment and rebels.

I felt so protective and there she goes, covering everything! And here I am thinking: that’s it, done, ruined it forever.

I will continue my pilgrimage in exploring who I am taking my time to stop in relevant places and honour time and the lessons I am learning.

I am actually writing. Not this blog, not the research for college, or stuff for my other job. I don’t mean that. I mean real writing.

I went outside in the backyard and peeked through the windows at two police vans parked in my street and looking very busy.

Et Eärello Endorenna utúlien, Sinome maruvan are Hildinyar, Tenn’ Ambar-metta, I hum to myself while walking upstairs.