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For many years my mother’s favourite catch phrase has been ‘Float and Accept,’ to the point it’s become a bit of a joke. But to me those three words are important, so much so they are tattooed on my painting arm. Because they help. There have been moments in life when I have struggled, I’ve been anxious, I’ve been lonely and I’ve been sad. I can still picture myself, wedged into a corner of a crowded London tube train aged 19, inner panic rising, eyes squeezed tightly shut and whispering to myself ‘Float and Accept’. It’s not about being passive, it’s about knowing when to battle. It’s about accepting that in that moment I might feel as low as I can imagine but in the next moment or maybe the one after that, it will pass. I will feel better and I will be ready to battle on.