My spirit animal Kiki de Montparnasse is a well of inspiration and so are the tons of B&W photographs and stories of her in Paris in the 1920s-30s, surrounded by the greatest names in art and literature. If I had a time travel capsule, I would go to Paris in 1927 to her sell-out solo show, as she was also an artist not just a muse, followed by a proper knees up dancing and singing on the tables at La Rotonde.

Being able to reimagine her in colour from time to time, when I feel in doubt of where I’m going or when I’m lost in other serious projects, feels refreshingly grounding and like Ive arrived home.