I also model for classes and I feel this transformation when I model, a distinct lack of judgement, like I am being objectified in the only positive way. I feel like a beautiful bowl of fruit that everyone is trying to understand, mysterious and stoic in my stillness.

Before I can reach this vast and hallowed place of creativity, there are countless fields of should-dos, have-tos, ought-to-dos blocking my way. I feel them stretch out before me, demanding to be threshed, cut, farmed, completed so that then, finally, with nothing left to do, I can be creative.

Here’s a reminder to loosen your grip. Not on reality, or life, but on your creativity. Do not force yourself to make, do not force yourself to realise your ideas and thoughts into something. Tend to other gardens. Ban yourself from making, whilst you dedicate yourself wholly and fully to The Other Things.

There are obvious links and spoofs, which makes me wonder - does everyone who makes art have a problem with the art scene, and the art that has come before them? Does everyone who makes art secretly hate that they are at art school?

I sign a form to tell the robot not to steal my soul: the very thing that makes me human and the robot a robot. But the robot doesn’t steal my soul for itself, it steals it for other humans who have forgotten that they have a soul too.