I don't care what the zodiac says, 2026 is the year of the Sexy Clown.

Who needs a draft when you can breed hate? Who needs tanks in the street when you’ve perfected fear as a weapon? Who needs trained tactical soldiers when you can poison people with a dystopian fiction about their own neighbours, and then send them armed to the teeth and frothing at the mouth into communities. 

I spent the best part of my career obsessively uttering the phrase "Done is better than perfect"  in an attempt to quell perfectionism and finish projects. It was a mantra that kept me afloat amongst what felt like never-ending demands, and it helped me separate my sense of self from my job. It was an essential guiding principle for well over a decade and I am unlearning it FAST. Turns out, in my art practice, polish and perfectionism are sacred, steady, creative forces.  From how I prep my...