About Me

I paint with Spirit.

For me, those words are not a metaphor. They describe both my creative process and the long, winding journey that brought me to the canvas.

I was born into an isolated, deeply religious family, where faith was shaped by fear and the belief that Armageddon was always just beyond the horizon. I left both the religion and my family in my teens, carrying layers of fear, anger, grief, and unanswered questions like old suitcases I believed would remain permanently attached to me.

For many years, I wanted nothing to do with faith.

And yet, strangely and beautifully, healing led me back to the sacred.

Not to the religion I had left behind, but to something quieter and infinitely more expansive. I discovered Spirit through forgiveness, self-love, intuition, and learning to live from my own heart rather than through fear.

Art became the place where these worlds could meet.

My mother and sister were both artists, finding their own solace in canvas and colour, so discovering my own life as an artist has felt like a kind of homecoming, but to the best parts of home.

I’m drawn to old stories, sacred narratives, and the questions that live beneath them. I pull them apart and experience them again through the lens of my own heart, allowing space for something beyond my conscious intention to enter the process.

I listen. I follow. I allow the painting to reveal itself.

Somewhere along the way, Spirit began appearing in my work. And then, somewhere deeper still, I realized I was no longer painting alone.

Or perhaps I never was.

For me, painting has become a way of lifting the veil—a search for the meaning behind the meaning and an invitation to see familiar stories through different eyes.

I paint somewhere between the story we were given and the truth waiting beneath.