A few days ago, I wrote about going to the library and coming home with a ridiculous number of books. The Happiness Track by Emma Seppälä was one of them. The book explores a pretty simple idea: we tend to associate success with pushing harder, doing more, constantly thinking about the next goal and sacrificing…

This morning I was having a shower when my brain, which apparently doesn’t believe showers should be used exclusively for washing, went back to something that happened yesterday. I had a click. I don’t really know what else to call it. Nothing happened around me. There was no big event, no conversation, no new piece…

Years ago, when I was attending Buddhist classes, I heard a question that somehow stayed in my head. I don’t remember the exact words anymore, but the idea was something like this: if you lose a foot, are you still you? Obviously, yes.

A few days ago, I was walking with my headphones on, listening to Invisible by NTO, when I looked up at the sky and something magical happened. And then, a few days later, NTO did it again. Different song. Different moment. Different question. I was walking, as usual, with my headphones on and my music…

Yesterday, I told you that I’m disabled. I told you about my first jewellery-making class, about a tiny piece of copper, a jeweller’s saw and a hand that suddenly couldn’t do what I needed it to do. But after writing that post, I realised there was something else I wanted to say. Because saying “I’m…

I don’t know if the people who read my Artist Diary know that I’m disabled. It’s a strange thing to say because, if you met me on the street, you probably wouldn’t know. My disability isn’t immediately visible. You might see me walking around London in my colourful clothes, with pink hair and a thousand…

Today I was sitting on a bus, on my way to yet another routine hospital appointment, moving very slowly through London traffic, when I looked out of the window and saw two guys walking along the pavement. They were holding hands. Nothing spectacular. Nothing dramatic. Just two people walking together. But there was something in…

Today was my first day at my new gym. I’m changing a lot of things in my life at the moment, and I have to say, I like it. I know change scares a lot of people, and of course there are changes that are difficult, especially when they involve letting go of something we…

Last week I played that 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 game with ChatGPT that has been going around the internet. And, as I wrote in my previous Artist Diary, something unexpected happened. What started as a silly game actually made me emotional, because some of the answers didn’t feel like generic descriptions. They felt…