I knew I was an artist and author at age 4, when I would spend hours ‘redesigning’ bird books or cereal packets, which later evolved into cassette tape covers and greetings cards. Creative projects at school and scrap books at home were elaborate!

At age 14 I made the decision that it was graphic design which would allow me to utilise all the things I loved and I hoped I could forge a career out of it. I dedicated everything to it… 4 creative A-levels (plus Maths) and an undergraduate degree at (then) Norwich School of Art and Design, a course with prestige for having great contacts in the packaging design industry.

When, at age 21, I found myself at a desk at Pearlfisher working on jobs like Crabtree and Evelyn, Cadbury and The Spice Tailor I thought that all my dreams had come true. It was a heady few years thriving in London.

Until I wasn’t thriving anymore. Until I didn’t know what my creativity looked like anymore. Until I was pretty numb. I was constantly second guessing myself, trying to please others and create what they wanted. I felt trapped in the binary structure that our cultural conditioning celebrates; the notion that things are either ‘good’ or ‘bad’.

The colonisation of my creativity began to unravel when I turned to embodied practices like yoga, meditation, dance and imagining my own rituals. Along the way I've attached myself to deeply patriarchal systems that quietly enforced hierarchy and control, because that felt familiar to me, and then managed to disentangle myself again.