I could watch bees with lavender all day. It has me thinking that sometimes I want to be the lavender: staying put, rooting, creating beautiful things to share. Other times I want to be the bee: industrious, moving, focussed on collecting what I need to create. Neither is right or wrong – just different. Both are good states to be in. I’ve been reflecting a lot on what it is to be an artist lately, on how hard we have to work to maintain our creative identity because people have preconceived ideas about who we are and how we work, and there is something about artists that makes others want to project all sorts of fallacies onto us. Is this also more difficult for women? There’s definitely a gap in expectations and I feel perhaps there is a lot more projection going on. If art is a mirror what is the artist?