Disability
What we want is not pity. Not even praise. Just recognition: That art made with limits is still art. That art made through disability is still full of force. That the artist doesn’t fade just because the body falters. That age adds weight, not rust.
Burnout’s a soft word for something brutal. Sometimes it’s not stress—it’s collapse. Sometimes it’s not just fatigue—it’s psychosis.
We created him in pixels, but he’s not virtual. He’s more real than your newsfeed, truer than a minister’s promise. Nigel is the embodiment of a system’s violence — quiet, procedural, unrelenting.
They say art should stay out of politics. That DEI is a "luxury belief." That caring for the disabled, the sick, the marginalised is a risk to social cohesion. We call it survival. And we’re not going anywhere. We’re not aligned to any political party. But