I grew up being told that creating is self-indulgent, and that choosing a creative life would destine me to financial ruin and misery. For years, I relinquished all my life choices to fear and anxiety, choosing “safe” things like working as a statistician in a grey office.

I fought the melodies and imagery that yearned to be born through me. I learned the hard way that these “safe” choices were actually toxic, making me unwell and denying the juiciest parts of life: connection to myself and others.

I make art and music as a daily act of rebellion against my inner critic and fear, building a relationship of trust with the unknown, and letting the creative muse use my body as its instrument.

I painted “Unstoppable” whilst listening to music and dancing, feeling like I could do anything, and imagining how my life will be when I learn how to live it from this place every day.