Communication is the essence of life.
What we speak and communicate over, gets created. Relationships, milestones, experiences, connections. Excitement and disappointment. Love and resentment.
Words and language give shape to our world.
Permission has been this year’s strongest theme for me.
I started looking into its different facets and how they play out in my life. The discoveries have been nothing short of amazing.
Permission, self-permission that is, or lack thereof, is at the root of many projects sitting in my invisible, but carefully compartmentalised, overanalysed creative drawers. Of countless, unnecessary hours of obsessive housework. Of dreams postponed. Messages unanswered. Steps not taken.
