The Art of Travel

A few years ago my roommate lent me her dad’s copy of Essays in Love, the first novel of the pop-philosopher turned entrepreneur, Alain de Botton. It was the first work of fiction that I mentally consumed after what I can only reasonably describe as an unplanned hiatus from reading for pleasure. I read it in less than a week on my commute to and from work on the tube. One morning, standing on the periphery of a socially constructed circle of loud American tourists, I chuckled so audibly that one of them turned to me and asked jovially, ‘Is it a good read?’

Euphonious - Macmillan Cancer Support Fundraiser

In the morning of May 4th of this year, my father passed away after battling Colon Cancer at the age of 49, just a shy month before celebrating his 50th. His death was not only a big loss to my family and I, but also our extended family, his friends, his colleagues and his community. He was a very popular individual, with around 700 people attending the funeral, and so many other people showing their love and support over the grieving period.

However, I still hadn’t felt as if I had given him my personal send off.

Fears of an Artist

Photography by Peter Pascucci

My dad always asks me when I’ll get business cards. I’ve been pushing it back for a while because I don’t know what to write as a job title. I’m at a point in life where I don’t feel the need to limit myself with my interests and what I do.

From Death, Comes Life

Photo credit - Sherelle Thomas

It's probably not every day that a blog starts with a sincere apology to its audience. However, you most definitely deserve one after all the support that you have given to myself, The Artistic Collaborative, and its writers. The last thee months have been easily been the most difficult that I have ever had to endure.

What It Means To Be A Writer

When my pen makes love to paper, that sound it makes

Is a visual echo of the rhythm my soul creates