Lost in the present

Making art isn’t always an instinctive, recurrent action. After having ‘wintered’ a few months I feel I’m lost in an in between space where I’ve lost the momentum of the past and lack the initiative for the future .

Various thoughts keep coming to me and amongst these is a little voice that keeps asking me to tell a story .. my story. Being authentic is probably the best way create something beautifully original yet if also means sitting face to face with oneself and sometimes facing fears.

Here I am, somewhat lost , somewhat in limbo , somewhere near the beginning of 2025 and I really want to narrate a captivating image.