• 7 Simple Ways To Stay Focused

    In a fast-paced world filled with endless distractions, maintaining focus has never been harder. I remember when I used to sit down at my desk and easily bury myself in my studies for hours on end without even the slightest thought of what I might have missed on Instagram or Facebook. Now, I sit down at my desk to tackle the morning’s emails or to edit a video and I battle to focus for more than an hour…and I find that..well, I find that pretty worrying.

  • Life: The Good, The Bad and The Beautiful

    ‘It’s Life. You Don’t Figure It Out. You Just Climb Up On The Beast And Ride’. – Rebecca Wells  I remember when I was 13 and I had just entered high school. We were the little fish in the big pond and it seemed that our decisions within our social lives were the be all and end all of making it through high school alive. I remember looking up at the matrics (ages 17-18)  and thinking, ‘Damn! These girls are so grown up. Their school work must be so tough, they must all be in proper relationships and they most likely have life all figured out. They were the grown-ups of…

  • How School Killed My Creativity

    I had worked so hard on it. Shading in the different areas with my pencils, erasing my lines and redrawing them over and over again until I was satisfied. For once I had actually managed to avoid joining in with the conversation amongst my school mates and instead I had put my head down and worked hard. I had put a lot more hours into drawing that school shoe than I had put into anything art-related within the past five years. I took my drawing home and continued working on it until the late hours of the night. Don’t get me wrong, it certainly wasn’t what one would consider ‘a…

  • Dancing in the Rain – New York

    The sky was black and the sound of thunder rumbled from the darkening skies behind me. The American anthem had just finished playing, echoing out from the baseball stadium across the way and was followed by an eruption of cheer from the crowd as the whistle blew to indicate the start of the game. The clouds were rolling fast overhead, almost as though a painter was mindlessly brushing dark grey strokes across what was left of the blue sky. In a matter of minutes, Manhattan Island, which stood opposite me across the water was completely shrouded in thick low clouds and in no time at all the heavens opened and…