The art of noticing.

How I went from being creatively numb to crafting ritual in the mundane

"I am alone."

Said the mother.

I know I’m not supposed to feel it. But I do.

It was post“flood-apocalyptic” 2022. I was six months postpartum, having birthed my baby in the thick of lockdowns. We had left our community in search of connection but found only isolation.

The days stretched endlessly. Shops felt like a trek. I stayed home, alone with my baby, cocooned in a monotony that should have felt peaceful. But, it didn’t.

Why couldn’t I embrace it? Slow, unstructured days at home with my baby… a dream on paper, felt suffocating in reality. My mind unraveled, my creativity suffocated. Whatever fragments of my pre-motherhood self remained were turning to dust.

And yet, somewhere deep inside, I knew: I needed to create again.

The Start of a Ritual

I set a single, simple goal: notice light every day.

Do not go searching for it. Let the moments come to me. Witness it. Capture it.

There had to be beauty in these four walls, but my own tools could not find it. I needed the help of my camera.

There were no grand gestures. No complicated plans. I wasn’t creating for likes, followers, or validation. It was just me, my camera, and a commitment to noticing beauty in the mundane.