27 DECEMBER 2025

I didn’t set out to write this specific post. The thought of writing about self-doubt and creativity has been around for a long time, but this felt like the right place to begin for my first blog post — not as a conclusion, but as a starting point.

Black and white fine art landscape photograph of railway tracks leading into the horizon

Sitting down to write without worrying about the outcome feels unexpectedly free. There’s no endgame here — just presence, just doing. That alone already feels like progress.

This phase of my life feels lighter than the last. Not because everything is resolved, but because I’ve stopped overthinking the act of starting.

Early fine art landscape photograph taken in South Africa, 2012 — **Early black-and-white landscape, 2012**

What quietly ended for me over the last few years was not creativity, but belief. I never fully trusted that I was creative, and I measured myself constantly against others.

Learning new skills became a way to improve, but also a way to hide. When learning is driven by the fear of not being good enough, it slowly turns into self-doubt.

Perfection becomes the excuse not to share, not to show up, and not to begin.

Black and white long exposure landscape with clouds moving around a wooden cross in an open rural landscape, 242-second exposure. — **Long-exposure, 242 seconds — Northern Cape, 2012**

Instead of producing work, I spent years trying to prepare for it.

I chased solutions through equipment, courses, and new directions — hoping that the next setup would finally unlock momentum. But the real obstacle stayed the same. Self-doubt followed me into every new idea, and slowly that struggle became normal. Comfortable and silent.

Minimalist black and white landscape with a lone tree and dramatic sky — **An early black-and-white landscape exploring solitude and light, 2013**

What I’m no longer willing to pretend is that this inner resistance is the truth.

The belief that I wasn’t good enough often felt more like resistance than words — that ends here.

Black and white landscape photograph of a mountain under layered clouds, taken in 2011 — **One of my first attempts at expressing stillness through landscape, 2011**

I’ve seen enough to know that progress doesn’t come from confidence first. It comes from action, repetition, and trust built over time.

This website exists now — not because it’s finished, but because waiting for perfection was never the solution. Perfection became a way of staying invisible.

Sharing imperfectly is how that cycle breaks.

Wide panoramic black and white landscape with mountains and layered clouds_photoshop composition — **An early black-and-white image — a Photoshop composition from 2012**

If there’s one thing I hope comes across here, it’s this:

Self-doubt and perfectionism are some of the most destructive habits we can build — not because they make us weak, but because they keep us silent.

THIS IS ME CHOOSING NOT TO BE SILENT ANYMORE. THIS IS A BEGINNING- NOT AN ARRIVAL.

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