This was a turning point in my life and attempts as an artist. Overnight, I switched my art style from the safety of black ink on paper to a riot of colour and identity in an act of defiance. I no longer wanted to be contained to what was bringing me no joy and pleasure, all because I committed to a style that defined my work to a bunch of 'followers'. I had to make a decision; either I stick to what makes them happy, or I pour myself into something brand new and see where it takes me. And, oh did it take me.

Art as a reflection of society I understand, I respect, and I value so very highly. And no part of me denies its importance in shaping our histories and our futures, but are we all beret wearing artists, trying to present a provocative part of our lives to an unsuspecting audience? Yes, in fact. As I sit here writing it, of course it is. But it isn't the exclusive motivation to our creativity.