I was born in a quiet little town, the kind of place where the horizon stretched endlessly and the colours of the sky changed by the hour. From an early age, I was drawn almost instinctively to drawing.

As a child, I didn’t think of art as a skill I was learning; it felt more like a language I already knew. While other children spoke in words, I expressed myself in lines and shading.

At 25, I encountered oil paints for the first time during university. The experience was transformative. Unlike pencil, which demanded precision and restraint, oil paint invited patience and depth. I became fascinated with how colors could be layered, blended, and reshaped over time. The slow drying process allowed me to revisit and refine my work, something I found both frustrating and deeply satisfying. I spent long evenings experimenting learning how light could be built up in thin glazes or carved out with thicker strokes.

Now I attend classes weekly and draw regularly with friends, my stall and website are gaining more traction everyday and I couldn’t be happier. I found my joy in being and artist and I’ts what I want to do for the rest of my life.