I was catching up with my niece the other day—one of those conversations that starts casually and ends up cracking something open. We were talking about feeling stuck. About the strange, quiet pressure of being creative. About how making art isn’t just expression—it’s exposure. She’s an incredible artist based in San Francisco, navigating grief, loss, and the relentless question creatives carry: How do you keep going when life keeps interrupting your momentum? What struck me wasn’t just what...

A raw, honest reflection on grieving during the holidays, redefining strength after loss, and finding small moments of hope when life feels unbearably heavy.

Grief, creativity, and healing after loss—an honest reflection on showing up, choosing light, and honouring love. I didn’t set out to make something profound. I was in a creative slump—one of those quiet, stubborn seasons where inspiration doesn’t knock and discipline feels heavier than usual. So I made a simple deal with myself: show up anyway. Every day. Write something short. Film it. Speak it into the camera. Total cringe. Total discomfort. An exercise in doing hard things—doing the...