The past few months have felt like a quiet turning point in my practice—one of those rare seasons where the work leaves the studio and begins to find its own life out in the world. I’m thrilled (and still a little stunned) to share that I currently have four pieces on exhibition across Coventry and Leamington, each marking a different milestone in my creative journey. 🌫 Silent Reverie — Leamington Art Gallery Open The biggest news first: Silent Reverie, from my Echoes of the

Highlights From 2025 Creative Growth This year, my art found new momentum. I refined my style and built a more intentional collection. I poured myself into a commission that meant something—a piece filled with symbolism and personal story. I leaned into designing for others, whether it was bespoke gifts, community-focused projects, or new workshop experiences. Every piece reminded me why I create. Launching Workshops One of the biggest milestones of 2025 was launching my very

The Power of Making Something Ugly: Embracing the Beauty in Imperfection Last week, I painted something truly hideous. It had wonky proportions, clashing colours, and an overall sense of “what is this?”—it just wasn’t working. And yet, I loved making it. Because sometimes, creating something ugly is exactly what we need. My studio is full of these pieces. They are unfinished, awkward, and destined to be reworked or painted over. But they still tell a story. They are part of m

The Healing Power of Creativity Last week, I shared a little about my postnatal depression — how it cracked something open in me, and how art quietly stepped in. Not as a fix, but as a companion. A way to speak when words felt too heavy. A way to feel when I didn’t know how. This week, I want to talk about why creativity matters. Not just for artists, but for anyone navigating the messy, beautiful business of being human. The Benefits of Making Things Making things — whether

In 2020, I welcomed my second daughter into the world. The pandemic had locked everything down. My toddler was full of beans, and I felt like I was drowning in hormones, isolation, and exhaustion. Postnatal depression crept in quietly, then roared. There were days when I felt like I was disappearing beneath nappies, night feeds, and the relentless pressure to be okay. I wasn’t okay. And I want to say that out loud because maybe you’re not okay either. Perhaps you’re reading t

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