I was born in a quiet little town, the kind of place where the horizon stretched towards the city and the colours of the sky changed by the hour at dawn. Rolling hills and paddocks all around me.

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 that I drew in my textbooks that were meant for learning. As you can imagine my teachers did not approve.

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 colours 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. Over the years I learned more and kept going.

Now I attend classes weekly and draw regularly with friends, my stall and website are gaining more traction every day and I couldn’t be happier. I found my joy in being and artist and It’s what I want to do for the rest of my life. I hope you have the same passion I do.