People often confuse strength with the absence of need. The stronger people think you are, the less they ask if you’re okay. I’ve spent most of my life learning how to figure things out on my own. I’ve moved countries, started over more times than I can count, rebuilt my life from scratch, faced illness,…

When I first started making art, I thought I already understood what research was. I had always been curious. I read, observed, experimented, visited exhibitions, looked for references, and tried to understand the work of artists I admired. Research was already part of my creative process, even if I didn’t consciously think about it. Then…

Today I got scared. Yesterday I could barely eat because my stomach wasn’t cooperating. This morning I had a barium swallow test at the hospital, so I couldn’t eat either. I left home thinking I would walk there, but after a few minutes my legs started feeling weak. I felt like I was going to…

Today I watched a YouTube video that completely changed the way I think about techno. It wasn’t about the best DJs or the history of electronic music. Instead, it explored what actually happens inside our brains when we dance for hours. It talked about brain waves, the prefrontal cortex, collective experiences, and why repetitive rhythms…

When people ask me what I’ve done in my life, I never know where to start. Sometimes I feel like I’ve already lived a hundred different lives. Different countries. Different jobs. Different groups of friends. Different music. Different dreams. And somehow, every version of me was real.

The strange thing about emotionally intense periods isn’t what happens while you’re living through them. It’s what comes after. One day you’re crying, laughing, meeting new people, having conversations that stay with you for hours, making plans, changing your mind, feeling everything all at once. Then, suddenly, nothing. No dramatic conversations. No emotional highs. No…

Yesterday I went to London Trans Pride for the first time. I’ve been to Pride before, but never one entirely dedicated to the trans community, and I wasn’t really sure what to expect. I just knew I wanted to be there.

Something happened recently that I didn’t expect. For months, my nervous system had been living in survival mode. Constant stress. Constant uncertainty. Constant vigilance. But the strange thing about survival is that it doesn’t always feel dramatic. It becomes normal.

Over the past few days, I’ve cried more than usual. I’ve cried because I looked back at parts of my life and realised how much pain I’d learned to accept as normal. I’ve cried because some memories suddenly felt heavier than they ever had before. But I’ve also cried for the exact opposite reason.

I’ve started to realise that my brain doesn’t think in straight lines. It thinks in collages. People often ask where ideas come from, as if creativity arrived like a lightning strike. I wish I had an answer that simple, but the truth is that’s never how it has worked for me. An idea usually begins…