It’s frustrating to confide in professionals and close friends, yet hesitate to express myself publicly as an artist and writer. I let fear convince me that I shouldn’t put my work out there because some people consider it hogwash, at the least, and that it places me in danger, at the most. By not speaking out, I risk depression and crisis, a kind of self-implosion. I recognise this fear as a conflict within my own mind—a resistance to expressing a deeper, vital reality, that moves through me, speaks through me, and sustains me. Sharing this reality, and opening to it more fully, is essential for both my wellbeing and for a world in need of connection.

 

My work explores how the creative process and the journey of self-realisation are intimately intertwined, drawn from personal experience of moving from states of extreme fear to no-mind, or at least a quietened mind, and inner peace, and producing a few poems and projects along the way.

 

This year brings new beginnings: a new home, a new school for my son, and new intentions. My mother’s passing at the start of this year shifted my perspective on life and identity. I now see her essence was never tied to her body, though I cherish her memory. I marvel at her antics, the funny, joyous ones and the not-so-funny ones, and how I mistook the latter for who she was. Navigating loss has brought both comfort and clarity to these beginnings.

 

 

(A little note – I am gradually transitioning from Silent Revolution to Hollow Vessel—a name reflecting a recent deepening and clearer focus in my work. I will share more about this change soon.)