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This has been such an incredible month! Thank you all so much for all of the love and support you have shown for the art I have released this month. I am so incredibly grateful. This has been a really strange year for me, but as we head into the final four months of the year, I am SO incredibly excited because this, for me, is where things are about to really change, and just ahhhh, it's going to be amazing! Earlier this year, I attempted to take my own life. I attempted t

There is something extraordinary about the moment when the future stops feeling like something we have to survive and starts feeling like something we cannot wait to experience. For so long, the light at the end of the tunnel can seem impossibly distant, we imagine reaching it will mean relief, safety, perhaps the chance to finally catch our breath but what if there is something even more wonderful waiting on the other side of that light? The Light At The End is about the exh

You may have noticed throughout my collections and limited edition artworks this year that I have been focusing a lot on overcoming personal struggles. As mailing list subscribers will know, I have been moving house, and there have been a lot of personal things happening behind the scenes that have honestly crippled me mentally. There have been a few times this year when I almost didn't make it through the darkness, and for that I will always be incredibly grateful for Samari

There is a difference between knowing we are capable of something and finally believing it with every part of ourselves. I Am The Lightning is about the moment power stops being something we search for and becomes something we recognise within ourselves. Not borrowed, not bestowed, not waiting for somebody else's permission just ours. There is an extraordinary freedom in reaching a point where we no longer need the world to convince us of our own potential, we know what we

There is a strange freedom in realising that we were never supposed to fit neatly inside every space we entered, sometimes we outgrow expectations, old versions of ourselves become too small, dreams become bigger than the lives we originally imagined for them, and the things we once believed were impossible begin to feel increasingly within reach. Uncontainable is about allowing that expansion.

July has been something of a chaotic month for me, as I have moved into temporary accommodation whilst I wait for the sale of my house to complete, and so there has been a lot going on. It took a little while, but I have finally set up my temporary studio, so I will be able to continue working and hopefully find a little normality within the current abnormalities!

For a long time, I think I misunderstood what it meant to feel powerful, I imagined power as something we acquired once we had achieved enough, healed enough, proved enough or finally reached some distant version of ourselves who had everything figured out. This year has taught me that power was never waiting somewhere in the future. My Own Thunder is about the moment we recognise that the force capable of changing our lives has been within us all along.

Sometimes we encounter something that seems to set a small part of our imagination alight, a line in a book, a piece of music, a painting, a story discovered at exactly the right moment. We may have encountered countless others before it, yet something about this one catches, and suddenly the world feels a little larger than it did before. Taking its title from William Blake's The Tyger, Burning Bright explores the sparks of inspiration we gather throughout our lives and th

Long after circumstances change and paths diverge, names remain threaded through the stories we tell about who we were, where we went, and the people we became along the way. Like The Winter Wheat takes its title from a line in the film Troy that has stayed with me for years, and from its reflection on the fleeting nature of individual lives beside the extraordinary endurance of memory. We rise and fall, seasons change, generations will pass yet somehow, certain names remain

There is something extraordinary about the things that endure within us, hope can be such a quiet presence that we barely notice it when life is calm; yet when the world becomes uncertain, when familiar ground disappears and the way forward feels impossible to predict, somehow it becomes louder. And Sore Must Be the Storm takes its title from Emily Dickinson's “Hope” is the thing with feathers, a poem I have always loved for its understanding of hope as something both delic

I know that I start every monthly summary this way but truly I cannot comprehend the fact we are at the end of the month again! What a spectacular month June has been! I’m slightly biased because it’s my birthday on 20th June but even without all the festivities surrounding my 35th Birthday the month was glorious.

Some things never quite leave us, they linger in memory, in places, in words we once read and somehow never forgot. Years may pass and entire chapters of our lives may close, yet certain fragments remain, returning unexpectedly like echoes from somewhere we thought we had left behind. Inspired by Emily Brontë’s Wuthering Heights, Cathy’s Ghost explores the strange persistence of memory and the traces left by the things that have shaped us. Not everything we carry is somethi

There are chapters of our lives we can plan, and others that seem determined to surprise us. for me the most exciting thing about standing at the beginning of another journey around the sun is knowing that somewhere within the days ahead are moments we cannot possibly anticipate yet. Unexpected adventures, ridiculous stories, quiet joys, people and places that may eventually become impossible to imagine our lives without. Here's To What's Next is a celebration of all of it.

Some dreams deserve more than a quiet corner of our imagination, and there truly is something exhilarating about allowing ourselves to dream without immediately shrinking those dreams into something sensible, something smaller. Dream Out Loud is a celebration of ambition, imagination and the wonderfully audacious act of wanting more from life.

The future is a curious place, it exists somewhere beyond our reach, filled with people we have yet to meet, places we have yet to discover, adventures we have yet to take, and ordinary days that may quietly become some of the most important of our lives. Wish Upon Tomorrow is about the beautiful uncertainty of everything still waiting ahead, we cannot know exactly what our lives will look like from here, but there is so much joy in leaving a little room for the unexpected,

There is something wonderfully hopeful about making a wish, for a moment, we allow ourselves to forget what is practical or probable and simply imagine what we would choose if possibility had no limits. We send a quiet hope out into the world without knowing where it might land or what might grow from it. Make A Wish is a celebration of that small act of optimism, a celebration of allowing ourselves to want things, dream about things, and believe that somewhere amongst all th

And so, we arrive at the end of another month. I can’t comprehend how fast May has gone. I swear I blinked once and now it’s the 31st. There is a lot going on behind the scenes at the moment. Everything is packed up ready for the move and there have just been a LOT of changes and chaos. I have a newfound appreciation for not moving house. It is an underrated experience and I wish I had appreciated it more. Not being surrounded by boxes, what an absolute luxury, ha!

There is freedom in reaching a place where we no longer need to know exactly what comes next. After spending so long looking backwards, understanding what happened, mourning what was lost, and piecing together the person we have become, eventually our gaze begins to wander towards everything that might still be possible. Becoming is about stepping into that possibility. Not returning to an earlier version of ourselves, nor rushing towards some perfectly imagined future, but

There are experiences that change us so profoundly we wonder whether we will ever recognise ourselves on the other side. We carry their marks, we remember the weight of them. Sometimes we emerge softer than we had been in some places, fiercer in others, with parts of ourselves rearranged in ways we never expected. Unbroken is about the moment we realise that being changed is not the same as being destroyed. That everything we have endured can become part of our story withou

Sometimes we do not realise how much of ourselves has grown quiet until something within us begins to stir again. It might begin as the smallest spark. A forgotten excitement, a returning curiosity, an unexpected moment of joy. Slowly, the parts of ourselves that seemed to disappear beneath everything we were carrying begin to find their way back to the surface. The Fire Returns is about that awakening.

There are things we cannot carry with us forever, some endings ask not to be fought, but mourned. To be given their place among the memories of who we were, what we loved, and the lives we once imagined for ourselves, before finally allowing them to rest. Betwixt The Roses is about the quiet ritual of letting go. Not erasing the past or pretending it held no beauty, but accepting that something can matter deeply and still belong to a chapter that has ended.

There is something both beautiful and unsettling about the uncertainty of time. None of us knows how many ordinary mornings, unexpected adventures, great loves, quiet moments or unfinished dreams still lie ahead. Perhaps that is precisely what makes them precious. Just Like That Bluebird grew from thoughts of mortality and freedom, of loving deeply while knowing nothing is promised to us, and of the people and experiences that leave their colours within our lives long afte

There is something strange about knowing that every life can eventually be reduced to a number of days, while never knowing what our own number might be. When Vincent Van Gogh was 33, he had just 1461 days of life remaining. He could never have known that, but discovering it at the same age left me wondering what any of us might do differently if we knew how finite our time truly was.

There are people who quietly change the way we see the world. They become woven into the way we think, the things we create, and the places our imagination wanders, leaving traces of themselves in ways we may not always recognise. Golden Gaze is about those enduring threads of inspiration and connection, and the curious way they can gather new meaning as we move through life. What begins as admiration can become memory, what begins as memory can become something deeply per

There are moments when a story is no longer something we read, but something we step into. Some books exist as Open Portals, where pages dissolve into light and imagination becomes a living landscape of its own.

Once again, we arrive at the end of another month and I am still entirely unable to fathom how, time truly is racing by at an alarming speed this year. Perhaps because I have been so unwell and therefore every day seems to be blending into one at the minute but truly, I do feel like I closed my eye for a moment and March snuck past me. Despite my ill health I enjoyed March, the return of spring days, lighter nights and Gaia coming back to life with buds, shoots and greenery a

The story does not end with one page, one world, or one perspective. It stretches, folds, and spirals across dimensions, carrying you through echoes of wonder you never knew existed. Every step reveals new magic, every turn a hidden delight, and the heart learns that adventure has no bounds. Even as the world outside shifts and trembles, there are endless realms to explore, and joy flows freely for those who dare to wander.

Within the quiet turn of a page, entire worlds awaken. There is a pulse of magic, a whisper of adventure, and a soft invitation to wander where reality cannot follow. Joy, mystery and wonder ripple through every line, carrying you on currents of imagination and delight. Even in a world that trembles outside, there are realms where the heart can soar, mysteries to explore, and the simple, profound magic of being carried along a story.

Even in a world that spins with chaos, tiny pockets of delight sparkle like hidden stars. There is mischief in the air, a secret giggle in the breeze, and a rhythm that nudges the heart to notice: life still twinkles, still dances, still hums its quiet magic. Happiness isn’t always loud, it’s in the flicker, the flutter, the soft insistence that we are here, that we endure. That joy still tiptoes through the grass. Even now, even here, the world is alive with wonder, and deli

Blossom arrives like a quiet enchantment, a delicate celebration of renewal unfolding between earth and sky. Petals gather like whispers on the branches, each one carrying a promise of growth, of change, of life beginning again in its own time.There is a sacred transience here, a gentle reminder to pause and notice the beauty of what is, for not all magic is meant to last, only to be felt. In the hush of spring, blossom drifts into being… and for a moment, the world feels new

Spring arrives with a soft breath of renewal, where light lingers a little longer and Gaia begins to awaken once more. Shoots stretching, petals unfurling, colours returning, and life quietly rising from the stillness of winter. There is a gentle brightness here, a sense of warmth and possibility, as though everything is being given another chance to bloom. In this season of becoming, the light returns… and with it, so do we.

It’s that time once again to bid farewell to yet another month, I can’t quite fathom how it’s the 28th February already, this month truly did pass in the blink of an eye. I haven’t been very well this month for a mixture of reasons I shan’t bore you with but needless to say it wasn’t a particularly enjoyable month physically; mentally and creatively however it has been wonderful! This month I released a collection of art unlike anything I have ever done before; the Tigers p

Aurora pulses with the quiet power of feminine energy. The allure of the cosmos meeting the curves of the body, a dance between starlight and skin, vulnerability and strength. There is sensuality here that is soft yet unyielding, intimate yet infinite, a reminder that feminine power is both tender and unassailable, and that the universe itself moves in rhythm with it.

This week’s print captures the tiger not of earth, but of the cosmos. Suspended in a sea of stars, he becomes something more than creature, he becomes the constellation. A celestial guardian woven from starlight and shadow, carrying the quiet power of the universe within his gaze. To me, the tiger has always symbolised strength, courage and instinct. Here, he rises beyond the physical realm, embodying something infinite.

Energy Release is a moment of unraveling, where everything held beneath the surface finally breaks free. It carries the force of something long contained, rising, crashing, and transforming all at once. There is no stillness here, only movement, raw, untamed, and alive. It speaks to the beauty of release, of letting go without restraint. Of allowing emotion, energy, and truth to surge forward in their own time and in their own way.

Forest of Dreams lives in that quiet space between shadow and light. It carries an energy that is both alluring and unsettling, it draws you in without explanation. There is mystery here, and something deeper beneath the surface, something felt rather than understood. It speaks to instinct, to curiosity, to the pull of the unknown. To the places we are not meant to find, yet somehow do. Not all light is guiding. Not all darkness is to be feared. Tell me, would you venture on?

I can scarcely believe that the time has come to bid farewell to January already but alas here we are, 31st January 2026, what a whirlwind of a month! I have really enjoyed the overall flow of this month; the new limited edition prints each week as well as the buzz of an original collection that is only available for a month. It has been an incredibly exciting and busy time indeed, I want to thank you all truly for all the support, it means so much to me.

In Ancient Rome, Janus is the God of January, representing entrances, thresholds, transition, duality, and the passage of time. In my latest artwork, as we move into the final week of January, I explore these themes through glowing sunsets and my enduring love of the female form. As a proud pansexual, I celebrate every identity of the human form, yet I chose this moment to reimagine Janus as a woman, honouring the wonders of femininity and the way it blends so seamlessly w

This week’s print is inspired by the flight and grace of owls. As I prepare to move home, I have been noticing owl symbolism everywhere, these ethereal birds quietly weaving their magic into my days. In Ancient Greece, owls were sacred to Athena, Goddess of Wisdom, War, and Crafts. Their presence whispers of courage, wisdom, and creativity, guiding me gently into this next, enchanted chapter of my life.

This week’s print is inspired by my Gran who crossed to the other side of the veil in 2019. Although she no longer walks this earth her love, wisdom, kindness and joy for life continues to inspire me through every minute of every day. The Stag was her favourite animal, a symbol of power and wildness, it represents strength, fortitude, and renewal, the very qualities that I am carrying into the year ahead.

If there is one word that could perfectly encapsulate 2025 it would be 'change'. There was an incredible amount of change throughout the entire year in every aspect of my life, it is certainly year I won't forget in a hurry. As I start 2026 surrounded by moving boxes as I continue to prepare for the next adventure I'm filled with so much love, gratitude, hope and excitement for the future. I am also filled with the knowledge that love always wins in the end, it truly does con