I am relieved I am no longer spilling blood whenever I’m sad. I turned all my spilled blood into spilled ink and even though my hands are still trembling it’s a whole different kind of shaking. I wasn’t good at making art out of silver — no one is — and it took me a few years to realise that but I am no longer bleeding. Literally. From now on I am using that as a methapor because I am much better at making art out of paper and ink.