24/02/2026
Today is my 37th birthday. As a gift to myself this year, I took the plunge and followed my instincts all the way to Berlin, to an incredible 5 day workshop experience centred around mask performance and the staging of evil. I sculpted and painted, something I haven't done with any seriousness for at least 15 years, and I engaged with some of the most vulnerable and difficult parts of my relationship with my body, my disabilities, and my identity as a performer.
To say the experience was life-altering sounds exactly like the kind of pretentious BS you'd expect someone coming back from a week at the illustrious Berlin Art Institute to say, but it is profoundly true. This exploration reaffirmed in me that I am meant to create, to tell stories, to be seen, to be heard, to make marks in this world. To be not simply an entertainer, but an artist.
And this was not achieved alone. This was not the product of some endless self-dialogue of discussing current practice, achievements or self-justifying. It was done by being open with others, and accepting their openness into my space too. Steven Warwick ( ) facilities a space to throw pretention, convention, and expectation out of the window. To make art and find the reason you made it later. To let yourself and others experience the stories we may not quite know how to tell, but that are bursting to get out of us.
I adored every moment, meeting such beautiful new friends, seeing something special emerge from their hearts as each day went on. I could not have asked for a better birthday gift this year than to feel so truly alive, connected, and inspired again. So as I move into Cycle 38 on this planet, in this one life I have, I do so with a sense of peace and passion that's more perfectly in balance than ever.
Watch out baby. So much more is coming your way from me.
Photos & the artist & me
