https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=93WxgMG-ezI&feature=youtu.be For whatever reason I havenÔøΩt really been inclined to think about my practice, because itÔøΩs changing and IÔøΩm not ready to retch up my guts and investigate as IÔøΩd always been so inclined to do so in the past (this artistic pain feels medical, to me at least). For this reason I find myself a little stale and in need of purging. I think it has something to do with space and citiesÔøΩ and time. Often I need room to work and think but London curbs room and right now room isnÔøΩt an option for me. London also changes things, particularly if youÔøΩre media based, a photographer, a writer, an activist etc. etcÔøΩ itÔøΩs fast, it moves at a pace my practice hasnÔøΩt moved to yet. I canÔøΩt stay still and as a result my mind hasnÔøΩt been able to ruminate on work, only immediacy. London forces you to live in the moment, but my artistry travels time and itÔøΩs no longer able to, its stuck in the liminal space I have no access to, as a former time traveller. I realise so much of my work relied on stillness and if I continue to live here it needs to incorporate the speed of the city, simply to survive, at present my mind commutes. My process is stifled. I feel like IÔøΩm always running into walls when I could jump so effortlessly before, from state to state, time to time, place to place. I saw the flash of footage above ÔøΩ I am shooting, IÔøΩm fast, I move in an unnatural way, IÔøΩm hyper active. And without my still work, IÔøΩm anxious, I am the city IÔøΩm afraid of, the city I became an adult in, the city I ran to and from. I have a bridge to cross creatively and a city to make amends with. My conclusion is part physical and always psychic ÔøΩ I need to connect my body and my past liminal ability to my creative mind.