I heard the shouts echo between the building of the quiet night streets. As I approach my bus stop I saw a homeless person violently screaming and punching some imaginary figure.

I quickly took out my phone an pretended to look busy.

As I was waiting a group of drunk twenty-somethings stumble up next to me. They spoke loudly and were laughing between every other word. Clearly they had a good time.

We’ve all heard the term “starving artist”. But why is this a commonly held stereotype for artists?

As someone with one foot in the world of artistry and one foot in the world of science I’ve noticed something.

The artist often seem to avoid structure and systems. They rely heavily on how they feel instead.

Are you really in control of who you truly are? Is there a higher force at play guiding your every step?

These questions have puzzled creatives and thinkers alike for centuries. And as I have explored them for myself it has led me into the realms of spirituality, mysticism and ancient teachings.

My quest for creative excellence has led me down a path I could never have imagined in my wildest dreams.