On creative paralysis, the value of an outside eye and where the fuck we stand as creatives in this burning world.

I have made it no secret that for the past six months I have been struggling creatively.


Struggling is possibly an understatement. It has been more of a case of feeling paralysed and entirely vacant.


After a lifetime of creative practice, moving with the ebbs and flows of whims and ideas, focusing in one area when another was feeling stuck, and finding me…