My creative journey began not from joy, but from survival. I’ve lived through trauma, abuse, grief, and the quiet, aching work of trying to find myself again. Art became my way back.

When words weren’t enough, colour stepped in. When I didn’t feel safe speaking, my hands moved for me. Through layers of paint, collage, and messy marks, I slowly began to listen to myself… and to heal.

I believe in starting soft. In letting go of perfection. In making space for joy, even when it feels far away. I’m so happy you’re here!