A story on small, sad, scared summer selves - We visited a tiny piece of heaven in Cornwall. Kynance Cove.

The first words we hear in the car park are High Tide, so no swimming, so in the back of the hot car I change out of my now pointless bikini. Flustered, I squeeze into practical leggings.

When the opportunity came up for the MACBA, I was ready to record my part. I would have to find another solution to autocue. I knew where I had gone wrong and what made a difference to being in the peak state.

Too many creatives let shame close doors for them, don’t treat all as information and use it to propel you! You got this!

When destructive events happen, we are quick to point the finger. Who is responsible for this mess? How did this happen? Who is to blame?⁠⁠A poor workman blames his tool but it isn't the tool; the tool is neutral; it’s the hands and the mind that control them.